It’s a sad, sad day

Kevin Goich

Today I went to the funeral of an 18 year old boy who was killed in a freak accident on Tuesday. There were over 1000 people in attendance. His friend and him went four-wheeling after classes Monday, which turned out to be about 10am, and when they didn’t check in to their homes for dinner, the parents called police. There was a search and they were found in their upside down Toyota 4×4 in a rock quarry, 40 feet down. The one boy died at the scene, while the boy whose funeral was today died at the hospital on Tuesday. I work with the boy’s mother, who was on vacation in Europe at the time. I truly can’t imagine what she was feeling today. I never knew the boy, but after the memorial mass today, I’m sorry that I didn’t. He was a bright young man about to go to Syracuse University to study engineering in the honors program on full scholarships. He was not your typical teenager, he actually liked to spend time with his parents and his little brother. I didn’t when I was his age. Since I didn’t know him, I didn’t think that I would be emotional. I was wrong. I wept for the pain of my coworker who just lost her son too soon. I wept for the friends who lost someone so special, and I wept for the boy who was taken by his maker.

But today got me to thinking, would I have the turn out at my funeral that he did? Would anyone go? Would people remember me like they remembered him? I honestly don’t think that I would have 20 people at my funeral, and no one would say such beautiful things about me. I want to know what I can do to make myself a better person. Most importantly, I want to leave my family a legacy, and if I were to die right now, I couldn’t do that.

What do you do that ensures your family is well taken care of in the event of your death?