I attended a funeral, and the service was deeply meaningful. The person who passed had special needs, so they didn’t have the usual list of accomplishments — no career, marriage, or children to enumerate. Instead, they had a family that loved them deeply and was grateful they existed.
It was a reminder that at the core of it, no matter what we’re handed in life, there are people who are grateful that we exist. People who care about what our favorite songs are and the quirks that set us apart. People who are happy that they got to know us as we are.
So keep existing, beautiful soul.
By Autumn Rain 