The funeral service on Thursday was simply beautiful.
Growing up in church, I’ve been to many funerals. Funerals of old grandmothers and grandfathers, sick aunties and uncles – all of whom I never knew very well. And all whose life had been lived to a ripe old age.
But this was the first time I’ve been to the funeral of a friend.
A young friend. There were so many people. All proclaiming the same song – that Hon was a good man with a big heart.
It was awesome to see so many people touched by his life.
It made me want to live the best I can.