I have to read the obituaries every day. That is part of my job.
I have grown to dislike the ones that only list survivors ... names and names upon names of goddess knows who...it is almost like proof of the reason you need to get out of work to be at the funeral. SEE.. I am the great NIECE. I need to be there. You can't write me up. I have an excuse.
I want to be remembered by the person I was. The way I made people feel. What they liked about me.. and maybe even how I challenged them.
Today I read a GREAT one that said:
Thank you Debra for modeling infinite optimism and humility and for teaching us that the best things in life aren't things, to expect to be lucky, and the beauty of life's moments can be found in the poetry of lyrics. "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened "- Dr. Seuss
I don't know who this Debra was, but she sure sounded like a wonderful person.
EDIT: um. not that I plan on dying soon. It is just something I think about 8 hours a day. Don't freak.
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