My Aunt Mignon recently died. Mignon was always kind to me. She used to write me little notes saying I was a wonderful person. I enjoyed getting those notes. Just a few months ago, Mignon stopped by my house to say hello. She lives in another state so it meant so much to me that in addition to visiting her siblings, she would think of a niece. When Mignon spoke with me, I felt like she was interested in my life. I felt important.
My cousin Adam spoke at the funeral. He did a great job conveying Mignon’s love for life and her love for her family. My favorite recollection was that Mignon loved to serve others and she loved reading Danielle Steel novels. Both recollections made me smile. Oh, the joys of real people who love others perfectly.
I hope it is 50+ years before folks attend my funeral. But when that time comes, I hope someone will say that I made them feel important. If that is the case, then I’ve lived a good, blessed life and left a mark on this spinning world.
“He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love”. 1 John 4:8