To start with, one of my managers from work, as well as a decent work friend died of cancer a week ago, and the funeral was today(this was the first person i know who has died, and the first funeral I've attended).
It began about 6 months ago when he finally managed to get a specialist to take a look at his shoulder(which had been causing him pain for ages and was on morphine for). After some intense tests it was found that he had a cancerous tumor in his shoulder. Quickly after that signs of the cancer spreading to his lungs appeared, and the doctors promptly started to give him chemo for his treatment. It looked good for him for awhile, the doctors gave him another 20 years to his life before cancer would claim it, and it was a number everyone was happy with. Then less than two weeks ago, they gave him two weeks at most, and he died a few days later.
Looking at the situation, this was a man who was so full of life, who had such an optimistic view on everything and overall was just a joy to be around. Seeing someone who had always been so willful, and passionate about life succumbing to death, in any way really hits it home how regardless of who you are, you could die tommorrow be it by some disease, being hit by a car, etc...
Through the service I found that although i was depressed at losing a close colleague, I was more thinking of how that could have been me, and if it had been, would I be remembered by so many people, or would I become all but a distant memory in those in my life. If that were the case, what would I be able to do to live a life worth remembering, to that I'm still not sure. All I can think of is doing something to improve the life of those around me, but without a solid idea of how I find myself left in deep thought, and humbled to an extent.