My brother passed away in a skydiving accident, but he died doing what he loved. In memory of him, in a couple of years on his birthday or the anniversary of his death, a few friends, some of my cousins, and I are all going skydiving to celebrate his life by doing what he loved. Last year, my cousin did a skydiving fundraiser to raise awareness for rape victims. I really wanted to participate, but I was 17 at the time and my parents would not let me. It's hard to muster up the guts to do it after what happened to my brother, but it's something I've always wanted to do and I feel like I should because my brother always planned to take me on my 18th birthday.
I think it is an incredible thing... I know so many people that love it.