A Funeral, a Reflection, and a Passion

I recently attended the memorial service of the brother of a friend of mine. Funerals are interesting affairs. On the one hand, we say goodbye and mourn the passing of a beloved person who we no longer have in our everyday midst. On the other hand, we take the time to say hello to those whom we perhaps haven't seen for a while. It becomes a family reunion, a friends reunion, and a time to reflect back a bit, not just upon the life of the one who has passed on, but also our own lives. 

It's when we ask ourselves, does our own moment in time count? 

Does what I do matter: to me, to my friends and family, to those I work with?  Do I do my best to use my talents to make things a bit better within my own sphere of influence?