Would you be there for the funeral?
Would you be there for the funeral? Morbid question, but it’s become a litmus test of sorts for me.
This weekend I went to the Bar Mitzvah of the son of one of my dearest friends. She lives in Boston. The trip cost handsome fiancée and I about $2,500.00 I don’t meant to be uncouth in mentioning the price tag, but it was a lot of money. (Plane, hotel, meals, rental car, gift, you get the idea.) Months ago when the invitation arrived we debated going. I wanted to of course, but we had to consider the expense. Handsome fiancée didn’t waiver, he asked me this, “Would you go to his funeral?” “Of course!” I responded. He said, “Done, we’re going. We have to go to the simchas too.” (Simcha is a Hebrew and Yiddish noun meaning: celebration.)
He was right. We had an incredible time. I spent time with my old friend and watched one of the greatest accomplishments of her son’s life. She was grateful to have us there and I can’t believe I ever considered not going. Handsome fiancée does have a way of bottom-lining things like this. I do sometimes forget to celebrate the happy occasions. Often family reunions only happen at funerals. I know I should be saving more for college, or an emergency fund, or putting more in my 401K, but life should also be about the simchas.
I don’t regret one dollar spent on this Bar Mitzvah weekend. Despite the morbid question, “Would you be there for the funeral?” it did offer perspective on what I want my life to be about… the simchas.
This week I wish you many simchas… and lots of frequent flier miles to help you get there!