Rita

Most articles I write are about big issues and stories, but today I am going to the funeral of an old family friend so the story is both personal and small. I am very sad. The lady was called Rita, and she was very special to everyone who knew her, including me. The reasons were obvious to all of us who were fortunate to have that opportunity.

Rita always seemed to be smiling, and when she wasn’t she was laughing. Those who came into contact with her found themselves joining in the fun, it was hard not to. One of the favorite compliments I pay is to say someone possesses a generosity of spirit, and Rita had such generosity in spades.

The lady was also bright, loyal, intelligent and a good friend. In fact all of the attributes I admire were packaged in her, including bravery in adversity. She never seemed to complain about her own problems even when they were bad.

I was told that when you go to your afterlife you are greeted, and then guided to your final destination by your ancestors. I find that concept very appealing because our forebears love us whatever we do, and that sounds oddly comforting. I’m sure there’ll be the sound of Rita laughing with her ancestors tomorrow. Maybe this isn’t such a small story, after all what’s bigger than heaven and earth?

Goodbye Rita, travel safely.