Yesterday was Rick's funeral. It was really hard to see Shannon like that, and those poor babies. I just don't know how to say in words how I feel for them. I simply cannot fathom the pain of losing your Daddy at such a young age and how Shannon has to maintain herself and keep teaching them about their Daddy and what kind of person he was so they will remember. My heart just hearts for them.
The funeral was so nice. And packed. He loved and was loved by a lot of people, that was apparent. They played that Aerosmith song, "I Don't Want to Miss a Thing"-Shannon's mother got up and spoke about how Rick told her that song described his feelings for Shan some time ago. They also played a song about Daddies and their little girls for Marlena and Abigail, (Daddy/Daughter songs tear me up by the way) then a song for his sons Brandon and Marshal.
So, needless to say, I am feeling sort of obsessed about my own mortality. I know its not the most sunny thing to think about, but-what if??? I cannot just ignore it and be content with the possibility without making some changes and put certain things into effect.
Do all of you have life insurance? Rick did not. Something they never really thought about...now what is going to happen? I have Addyson to think about. I haven't seen the Hubbs yet (Late night with the Mavs) but we have some major planning to do. We need to ensure that Addyson would be OK. This has been a real smack in the face example of how you never know God's plan. You just have to do the best you can in the short time you are here.
I also heard a really great quote over the past few days of this... Its not the years you were born or died, its the dash in between that counts.
Really has me thinking...