Life is funny sometimes. I’ve mentioned before life can be like a roller coaster and it may seem we’re just along for the ride. Events in our lives can cause our moods to change in the blink of an eye.
Recently, I was the Best Man in my friend’s wedding. Being Best Man was an honor and helped me know what to expect in my upcoming wedding. Weddings are a joyous occasion and signify a beautiful promise two people make to each other. As the Best Man, I kept reminding myself not to mess up my toast speech at the reception, not to trip and to always be available when the groom needed me. I think I did all right.
Two days before the wedding, my grandmother passed away. She died on her 86th birthday. Our family knew it was coming; yet a death in the family is always hard. I’ll always cherish the moments I spent with her and look forward to the time I’ll see her again.
This seems to be an example of my roller coaster theory of life. As I prepare for my friend’s wedding, I’m at the top of the roller coaster. I receive a call about my grandmother’s death and I’m at the bottom.
Life always has its ups and downs. The only way to enjoy the ride is to look for the best in everything and cherish the ups and the downs. If we’re not careful, we might find ourselves so blinded by the bad news that we don’t see the good news even if it’s right in front of us.
My friend was getting married. He chose me as his friend to stand by his side on one of the most memorable days of his life. How could I not be happy? That weekend, I was united with friends I hadn’t seen for awhile and friends I just met. I got to see the huge smile on my friend’s face as he walked down the aisle with his beautiful bride by his side. Life was great.
The very next day it was raining and cold. I woke up and put on a different suit. This was the day I attended my grandmother’s funeral. We socialized and mourned with close friends and family members. Kind words were said and sometimes there was a silence that spoke volumes. That day I helped carry my grandmother’s body to her grave.
At the funeral and at the gravesite, I looked around. I noticed that even in death there is good. I know my grandmother is in heaven and I’ll see her again. I also saw people reminiscing on the great times spent with my grandma. Because of her death I had the opportunity to catch up with family members I haven’t seen in almost 10 years.
On my roller coaster weekend, the support of friends made a big difference. We can easily see the bad in life; sometimes a friend will help us remember to look for the good. Do you know someone experiencing the roller coaster of life? Why not join them on their ride? Sometimes, the support of a good friend will make even a downhill ride seem not as steep.
By James Brandly