This morning I attended the funeral service of the mother of a friend whom I’ve known for 20 years. My friend gave a eulogy and played the song “Wind beneath my wings” on the piano while a slide show of photographs celebrating his mum’s life was shown on screen.

It was obvious she was much loved by her children, grand children, late husband, relatives and community. They spoke of her caring and selfless nature, the delicious congee she made, the amazing cakes she baked and her incredible skill at fishing. Even though I didn’t know her, it was touching to hear people speak so fondly and lovingly of someone.

While listening to the service, it made me ponder on how I would like to be remembered. I don’t have children so no one in the next generation will remember me anyway! But it’s a good question to ponder to serve as some kind of direction in life.

It also reminded me of my own and my parents’ mortality. We only have a finite time here. What else do I want to do? Another friend who attended the funeral service today asked if I had a bucket list; he said he has started one again after covid derailed life a bit. To answer that question, I don’t have one. And I’m thinking I probably should put one together to help provide some steer to this ship that’s sailing along with no particular destinations at the moment.