by Michael Holland
A little over 10 years ago, I had the honor of speaking at my friend Rick’s funeral. It was one of those experiences that is horribly painful, yet extremely fulfilling. It’s incredibly tough to pull the words together to express your thoughts, to provide comfort to those mourning, to bring out the character of the person, to convey the happiness of memories to cherish, and to speak to the void which will forever be felt.
At the time, I didn’t feel like I had said all I wanted to say. I didn’t think I had articulated the depth and breadth of my feelings. Now, with a decade of wisdom-building seasons in my life since his passing, I’ve become reconciled to the fact that the act of speaking at his funeral was not really about what was said. It was about the respect and honor to stand up and show the love.
Rick, I miss you man!