Remembering, Contd.

I remember breaking down when it came time to have his service, which was about 3 weeks later,as he was cremated. I was telling the pastor who did his service about his life and the really bad things he had been through and that I didn't understand just what his purpose was and why so much of his life was so miserable. I guess it really made me sad to think that much of the time he was depressed and had to take medication and I can't even remember what the pastor told me as I was very upset at the time. But I think I understand more now than I did then about Wally's purpose in life. He taught me that even with all our imperfections,we are still deserving of love. God loves us as we are. He loves even the unlovable! Isn't that what we are supposed to do? I believe we are, and even though its sometimes hard, if we show our love to those we feel deserve it the least, we will ourselves become a better person and in the process the one on the receiving end will not feel so bad about themselves and in turn be more caring towards others. So I guess the most important thing my brother taught me is to be accepting of others' imperfections and show them love and in return you will help them to be a better person.