Greg Rolfe

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The wisdom that comes from attending a funeral

Yesterday I attended the third funeral in under two weeks and two more of my friends have passed. This causes one to think, to consider the nature of man. We die. It truly does not matter what kills us, old age or disease. We die. There will come a time when it will be my funeral, the time when it is my stories that will be told. 

Ecclesiastics reminds us that it is better to go to a funeral than a party since indeed we all will die. The idea simply being that pondering our future is a reasonable idea, and considering our lives is better time spent. How do I treat my friends and family? How do I treat those I have never meet before? Am I ready to stand before my God? These questions come to mind when you look at the possibility of your life-ending. 

Becoming morbid is not the agenda but thinking about life is. Considering the reality of what matters and what doesn't becomes relevant. Seize the day becomes important, not to simply fulfill a bucket list but to accomplish something more valuable, a legacy, a reputation. 

What will I be know for and is that something I want to be known for? Again I am not saying I must change everything about myself but perhaps in contemplating my life and what it stands for I might see something worth improving. Perhaps not. 

We each will die someday, hopefully not someday soon. Will we be ready? Will I? I simply found that idea worth thinking about.





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Greg Rolfe

1 month ago #10

Michael Toebe

1 month ago #9

This is excellent and so wisely and succinctly said, Greg. My support too as well for the passing of your friends. Thank you for making your experience an article, one worth thinking about.

Greg Rolfe

2 months ago #8

Pascal Derrien

2 months ago #7

As John said very moving and very personal but so universal at the same time :-)

Greg Rolfe

2 months ago #6

Fay Vietmeier

2 months ago #5

@Greg Rolfe 


Blessing back .. my brother “in Christ” 

I am sorry to hear of your friends Greg .. 

Prayers of comfort and Peace for their family and yours 💛💛

Greg Rolfe

2 months ago #4

Greg Rolfe

2 months ago #3

Fay Vietmeier

2 months ago #2

@Greg Rolfe 


Life is fragile and fleeting .. our days have been numbered - but that number is unknown to us ..

As for man, his days are like grass;
As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.
When the wind has passed over it, it is no more,
And its place acknowledges it no longer. - Psalm 103

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered? - Kahlil Gibran


The most important thing would seem be .. to know the destination .. once there is no more breathe 

John Rylance

2 months ago #1

A moving piece Greg.

To quote your recent post  

There comes a time when one must stop and ponder.

This obviously was yours Greg.

It certainly has made me stop and ponder on the topic

We all handle death and funerals in our own ways.

It does us good to reflect on these feelings and how we act on them

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