Sign my casket

Well life has shown me that it only takes a moment for it all to change. Again my topic for the day switched after leaving the visitation for Coach Jay, former PE teacher of my daughter. Is a viewing suppose to be cool? Well it was, the serene aura surrounding his wife, the family dressed in his favorite soccer yellow and signature crocs. All of us sending a piece of love to heaven with him as we signed the casket. His son with the duplicate Mohawk playing with the soccer ball. This is love. A close friend of the family wrote about Coach Jay using his facebook to inspire others from his daily devotional and while some are so busy destroying their marriage, he was busy demonstrating how easy it is to do the opposite. The smile captured in the digital presentation was infectious, but this I already knew as I was honored to be touch by the God like life he lived. We would like to question why so soon, especially when the work he's done was so good, but God said it was great, well done now welcome home. Maybe that is the lesson that the good die young, but you would say that about a loved one from still born to 101. Our earthly minds cannot comprehend why our friend is gone, but a love for God explains it all. We often hear that it is not how you die, but how you lived. I believe that it is how you served and at the end of the day I would love to have people standing in line to sign my casket in such a special way.