A Living Funeral

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  The New Year came and went. Although he never said it to anyone, Morrie knew this would be the last year of his life. He was using wheelchair now, and he was fighting time to say all the things he wanted to say to all the people he loved. When a colleague at Brandeis died of a sudden heart attack, Morrie went to his funeral. He came home depressed.

  "What a waste," he said. "All those people saying all those wonderful things, and Irv never got to hear any of it."

  Morrie had a better idea. He made some calls. He choose a date. And on a cold Sunday afternoon, he was joined in his home by a small group of friends and family for a "living funeral". Each of them spoke and paid tribute to my old professor. Some cried. Some laughed. One woman read a poem:

  "My dear and loving cousin . . .
  Your ageless heart
  as you move through time, layer on layer,
  tender sequoia . . .

  Morrie cried and laughed with them. And all the heartfelt things we never get to say to those we love, Morrie said that day. His "living funeral" was a rousing success.

  Only Morrie wasn't dead yet.

  In fact, the most unusual part of his life was about to unfold.

Tuesday with Morrie, P12~13
Mitch Albom
ISBN 978-0-7515-2981-4

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