Living Memorials

Wouldn't it be nice if people remembered us while we were still alive?

I've seen it happen so many times with stars like Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston. They work hard to bring joy to our lives and we cherish them-for a time. But, when their lives are marked with scandal we turn our backs on them and take our love away.

But then, when they die, something magical happens. We remember the happy times and, graciously, forgive the bad. We celebrate their lives but, sadly, they don't know it. They die shamed and forgotten, carrying those feelings with them to the grave.

Wouldn't it be nice if people remembered us while we were still alive? If they sung our praises, thanked us and even helped us?

Must we die to receive unconditional love?