Why Not Write your Own Eulogy
It’s a great way to control what they say about you. While you decide for yourself whether it’s an outlandish, morbid or self absorbed idea, here's mine. Mom’s going to miss rainstorms and the smell of warm scented wax. She’ll miss fighting with my dad whether to open the windows or turn on the air conditioner. One day she drove us to school and realized we weren’t in the car. Mom loved herself and never apologized for it. She had so many passions and interests it was hard for her to pick so she didn’t. She just did them all. When driving us around she would point at trees, flowering bushes or a beautiful orange sky and would practically run us off the road. We use to yell at her. I kind of regret that little now. When we were 2 and 3 years old she took us to McDonalds. Amy got stuck in the tube slide at the very top the same time Kay bolted across the busy restaurant in her red rain boots heading for the toilet and disappe...