My Funeral?

So...Today one of my best friends buried her father. It is hard for me to have to see the people I love, hurt from heartache and things that I can't fix.

The Lord takes away people at different times. Like the preacher said at the funeral service, "You are never guaranteed another day. You have to live your life for today."

I have never thought, once about what my funeral would be like. Sure I have thought about who would take care of the boys, and maybe how sad my family and friends might be. But never have I did an areal shot from above of what I would see looking down at my funeral.

Will it be a packed house, will only a few come and go? Will my kids be old enough to know what is going on? Will they cry or cling to my casket? Will my husband look lost without me? Will my mom and dad be there to have to bury me?

It is really freaking me out to think about these things. And it really makes me reanalyze my life and my faith.  As much as it hurts to think about these things, I think it is God's way of making me step back from life and take a look around. Are the people in my life right now, going to show up to my funeral? Will they take a second thought to reach out to my family? Or will they see my picture in the paper and say, Wow I knew her....

Well now that that little brain fart is over, I just can't wait to get home and hug my husband and babies and be thankful for all the people in my life that love me as much as I love them. And cherish every minute I have on earth with them. Even though if we were to part we would be together again in Heaven, tomorrow is an uncertainty.