My wife and I attended a wake on Friday night, my first. I have to admit a certain provincialism as to death-related events - my only experience had been the somber, quiet, dressed-in-black, politely sobbing Christian funeral. This was a real eye-opener.
The celebrant, Dana, had made it clear that he wanted a celebration after his passing, not a traditional funeral. He was stricken with pancreatic cancer at age 42, and died just over a year later. I didn't know Dana well (I know him and his circle of friends through my wife), but he was a free spirit. He packed a lot into 42 years. And he was clearly someone who inspired love and loyalty among his many friends.
We arrived to see approximately 100 people in Hawaiian shirts, shorts and sandals. There was a band, a slide show, picture albums on display, catered food, a hosted bar - the works. The people were laughing, dancing, talking, singing, and yes, a few were crying. It was altogether as civilized a way to commemorate a life as I can imagine. I was impressed and moved, and determined to do the same on my way out.
Here's to Dana, proof again that only the good die young. I wish I had known him better.
And proof again that every day's a bonus. Live it well.
3:48:47 PM 
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