So tomorrow is my birthday - officially 64.
And I thought - why not write my Obituary!
I can hear the chorus of readers now!!
"HEAVENS," you say, "why would you want to do that? Isn't that depressing? morbid? odd? premature?"
Yes, I am hoping it is premature. :-) And it may be a little unusual. But a resounding NO to the other stuff! Not depressing or morbid.
I consider it a reality check. My obituary is what I want people to know about me - and remember me for after I am gone, AND, creating it now gives me a chance to see just how close I am to those things. I mean, if I died tomorrow ... would I be able to use this Obituary!!!
According to Wikipedia an obituary is:
A news story that reports the recent death of a person, typically along with an account of the person's life and information about the upcoming funeral.
The part I have problems with is "an account of the person's life". People always take that to mean the following:
- Where were they born?
- Where did they live during their life?
- Where did they live at the time of their death?
- Where did they go to school and what degrees did they attain?
- What did they do professionally?
- What awards did they achieve?
- What hobbies did they have?
- Who survives them?
Really, who cares about that stuff after you are dead. Think about it. Strangers reading the newspaper don't care where you went to school, what degrees you were awarded, how professionally stacked you are - I mean, used to be! And your family already knows this stuff. And the deceased person - is that really how they want to be remembered - with an impersonal listing of accomplishments? Yes, I have an advanced degree, yes, I had responsible jobs. Yes, I had some worthwhile achievements - No,I don't care to share them. They are just not who I am.
Here is how I want "the account of my life" to be remembered. The black bold print are the actual words I want to use in my Obituary. The blue and red print is my assessment of how close I am to the words.
(aka Retired Knitter)
(Dates should equal out to a nice age like say 35,
or maybe something note worthy like 110.
My Obituary - my rules!)
Daughter, Wife, Mother, Friend
(maybe someday Grandmother could be added
hope, hope, hope)
That one I nailed. I love easily.
Makes it easy to hurt me as a result.
Blessed with the happiness gene.
Seems whatever plows me down, I get back to happy eventually.
Some times it takes longer than others to recover, but it is my "norm".
I have done my care-giving best for 3 elderly relatives. I have cared for 2 great kids
and they turned out pretty fabulous. Just ask them!
I have cared for my husband and family - even when they acted badly.
I was not always perfect in the caring department, but I "walked the talk" most certainly.
Not when it counts. My mother tests this quality every single day.
Forgiving a hurt is very, very hard for me.
I am pretty good at "forgetting", but "forgiving"?
I used to trust without restraint.
Not so much anymore. Got burned.
Most Happy When Knitting or Sitting With My Granddogs.
Most Proud Of Her Kids
Can't improve on that.
So until I can rid of all that red print, I can't use this Obituary - and I can't die.
And, besides, I have enough yarn to last me until I am 94 - another 30 years. I'll be sticking around. (or at least until my next birthday, whichever comes first.)
Oh, wait, that is tomorrow!!!