Last night, I attended a celebration of life for a young man. I listened to his family and friends share stories of him. I thought about the times that I was around him. He was part of my daughter's band family (and by extension my band family). He was part of my work family. The overwhelming take-away from this young man is kindness.
I saw his kindness firsthand during band. He never let anyone carry a heavy load. When D had a load of flags to bring home one evening, they were brought to my car by this young man...because, according to him, D didn't need to carry them alone. When the marching band was headed to their state competition, he baked them cookies and sent them an encouraging letter. He couldn't go with them because he was getting ready for a cancer treatment. He thought of others instead of himself.
I learned that this kind young man told his close friends about his illness himself. He was worried about how they would react, rather than about himself. I learned that he made special treat for teachers when he found out what they liked. He made cookies for the nurses at the hospital to thank them for taking care of him. He made gluten free treats when he heard about allergies. I learned that he worried about others so much more than he worried about himself.
Konnar with a K was all about kindness. I don't know why he had to leave this life so young. I don't have the words to comfort my grieving daughter and their friends. I do know how I am going to remember him. I am going to try to become kinder than I am. I am going to do little things to bring joy to others. I am going to practice kindness with a K.
