I’m 66 and obituaries typically annoy me. First there is a photo which usually bears little resemblance to the deceased. Then, the person is reduced to the date of birth, school(s) attended, employer, church, relatives and a line about having a smile or a hobby. I know, the funeral homes furnish a temple that is easy to fill out. How about this. Write your own obituary. NOW!
Seriously. For some of you, it will be how you want to be remembered, maybe some detail and fact that is not known. For others, it’s a great way to take inventory and what you’ve have done and maybe discover things you’d like to do. It’s a life review, so far and you have time to get some things done. In the midst of the summer heat wave and humidity, this might be a good time to slow down and give some thought to your own obituary. 1
While you’re doing that, think about what photo you would want used, or maybe a couple of photos for those who knew you now and then or maybe one that captures your essence. This week, consider your obituary, what are your highlights, what would surprise people and what photo(s) would you want use.
1I started mine and could quickly see this was not to be no two paragraph effort and I definitely have some ideas and I really want recent photos.
She’s dead. Period. She doesn’t want euphemisms like passed, went home or joined. She’s dead and she accepts that. She had a smile on her face. She was born in Newport News Virginia in a segregated hospital in the 1950’s. It as built in 1908 for African Americans by African American physicians and African American Architects. She attended segregated schools and was shocked how people of color born in the 1970’s and beyond did not see themselves represented in either the educational or medical system.
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Love this. I think there is a lot more good stuff that you could add to what you have.
I’ve got a related idea. I’ve had a few people close to me die, and I’ve given a few eulogies. The first one was tough (my dad). It felt like a homework assignment that came at the worst possible time. However, I just sat in a room for a few hours and prayed/worked out what my dad meant to me. Since then, there have been a few others and I’ve always done the same thing, and the experience is really cathartic. I’ve realized that I’m going to do this in the future, even if I am not giving the eulogy. It’s a good way to honor the person you are thinking of, and at the same time it leaves you feeling close to them.
I’ll try to work on my obituary, it seems like a worthwhile thing to do.
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Where there’s a will there’s a way…
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