This time last week I was informed that friend that I’ve gone to school with all my life was in a car accident on his way to work and was in ICU.
Saturday morning, I was informed that he was taken off of life support, as per his wishes, so that his organs could be donated.
Tomorrow, I will be going to his memorial service.
So, what does this have to do with Wunjo? I realized that this man, Alex, was Wunjo personified. To me, Wunjo is joy (of course) and freedom and love between people. Alex was always happy, always smiling, always and forever a joy to be around. He spent a good bit of his childhood with his grandfather, a truck driver, and has been at all lower 48 states. Right after high school he went right to work out in the western part of the state. Alex was also one of the most gentle, caring, and loving people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. His mother simply says he had a heart of gold.
Saturday evening someone else got that heart. When I received that news, I cried. Knowing who Alex was, that is exactly the first thing he would have wanted to give.
That is truly the beauty of Wunjo – giving love, sharing freedom, and inspiring joy.
Requiescat in pace – and may our souls have the pleasure of crossing paths again and again.