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 disappearing into a mad crowd.  She heard this small faint angelic voice up high, “Help me mommy..help me.”  She said it was a Sophia’s choice moment, whatever that means.  

She took us into a petting zoo at a campground and we were chased out to the parking lot by 10 goats.  We were screaming, crying and laughing all at the same time.  It was very confusing. 

She had lots of friends and people loved my Mom.  She was easy to get along with.  

She was furious at Dad for bringing home an extra large Christmas tree once.  Said it belonged in a large foyer in an office building in Manhattan but decorated it top to bottom anyway.  Shortly after, it fell to the ground and so did she balling her eyes out. 

She locked us out once because she couldn’t take it anymore.  Dad pulled into the driveway and she cracked the door open and let him in.  

She burst into tears eating dinner one night.  We were too young to remember but I think it had something to do with the hamburger helper.  

Did I mention she cried regularly?  She liked crying because it always made her feel better. 

She was always there for us and Dad was always there for her.  They had a great marriage and were wonderful role models. 

She said we were her legacy and if she botched it up she would never forgive herself.  Plus selfishly she didn’t want to have to worry about us as much when we got older.  

She loved God and never felt the need to explain her faith to anyone.  She said people make their own decisions. 

Struggling and pain were never going to be her story for very long.  She felt it, moved through it, figured it out and carried on.  She said nobody has that kind of time. 

She said Grandchildren were the perfect circle of life and she understood why Grandpa cried so hard when he saw us for the very first time.   

My mom loved life.  She said Joy was the point.

I hope I have time to add to it but you never know what's going to happen.

Much love,

Carrie

Hometown News

July 2017