We recently watched Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium and because the movie insanely reminds me of my amazing late grandfather, it moves me to tears EVERY.SINGLE.TIME I watch it.
If you haven’t seen it yet, it is about an owner of a magic store, and his journey through the last days of his life.
Halfway through the movie (I think?) Mr. Magorium says to the lead female character, who is grieving his unavoidable death :
When King Lear dies in act 5, do you guys know what Shakespeare had written? He’s written “He dies”.That’s all. Nothing more. No fanfare. No metaphor. No brilliant final words.The culmination of the most influential works of dramatic literature is “He dies”.I think Shakespeare a genius, to come up with “He dies”. And every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with anxiety. I know it’s natural to be sad, but not because of the words “He dies”, but because of the life we saw prior to the words, when someone has lived all five of the acts.I am not saying that we must be happy when someone is gone. I am just saying we must just turn the page. And if someone asks what had happened to him/her, just tell with all its pride and glory, “He died.”
Your life is an occasion, Rise to it.
We breathe. We pulse. We regenerate. Our hearts beat. Our minds create. Our souls ingest. 37 seconds, well used, is a lifetime.
Brings tears to my eyes … every.single.time.
Britt recently wrote about thinking about your funeral. It’s something that we actually talk a fair bit about in our family — enough so that it isn’t macabre or morbid. It’s just a fact of life.
The theme of her post came about after this moment between her and her husband ::
“What do you want people to say at your funeral?” I asked Jared during a recent car ride. It is, I’m sure, an absolute joy to ride in the car with me.
“Why are we talking about this?” he asked.
“Because knowing what you want said at your funeral helps me know how you want to live your life.”
After I read Britt’s post, I commented :
Our family talks often about our funerals. Where they will be (happens when you have a mother who lives in Kenya), who will come, what music will be played.
Who will come is a conversation that sparks the biggest discussion. For me, I would love if whole hoards of people came to my funeral, and when asked why they came, were able to say “because she was kind to me” or “because she answered a silly question I had” or “because she inspired me to do better than I did the day before”
How do YOU want to live your life?