Today was the funeral of Phil's cousin, Russell. It was devastatingly sad to witness a mother losing her son. I may not have any kids, but I could clearly see the depth of her pain. And it was heartbreaking.
While it was tragic to be a part of a funeral for a loved one, it was also quite beautiful. A strange mixture of devastation and hope, of loss and love.
Russell was an amazing man filled up and overflowing with love and kindness and compassion. Everyone spoke about his amazing ability to love people and to show the deepest kindness to everyone he met. Russell didn't know a stranger. Everyone he met he immediately clicked with. Everyone loved Russell.
His life was a well lived one. His quality of life was phenomenal. Maybe not in a physical sense, as Russell struggled daily with an ailing body, but in all other ways, Russell lived a quality life. His friends and family can attest to that. And they did that day. Everyone would say that it was an honor to know Russell and to be a part of his life.
I may not have known him well, but every time I saw him he had a smile on his face and he always treated me with the utmost kindness.
You will surely be missed Rusty!
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