Taxi Driver Stabbed to Death at Gas Station.Gunman Causes Chaos in Casino Then Kills Self.Motorcyclist Killed in Township Crash.
No one can prepare for the unexpected or gross accidental occurrence, but the older I get I’m beginning to see the wisdom of having cemetery plots, casket choice and funeral service details in place rather than leaving to happenstance. And, I think – most importantly – it’s essential to write your own obituary (before death is imminent) to express what you want to be remembered for and how you want to be remembered.
And the obit can even be humorous, as is the following:
“Faced with the prospect of voting for either Donald Trump or Hillary Clinton, Mary Anne Noland of Richmond chose, instead, to pass into the eternal love of God.”
Her husband of nearly forty-six years says the line wasn’t meant as a parting shot at either presidential candidate. Instead, Jim Noland said “it was a joke and a way for their children to carry on her sense of humor.”
Mrs. Noland, 68, of Richmond, Va., died Sunday, May 15, 2016 after a long battle with lung cancer, her husband said. The obituary was written by one of her three sons to capture Mrs. Noland’s spirit and celebrate her essence.
Being a Type A personality that likes to be in control, I don’t want to delegate the task of writing my obituary to anyone else, but me. So last week I sat down and pondered the question, “Who is Iris?”
Not as an exercise in self-absorption, but to craft an image of myself that represents what’s both important and essential to my well-being. And to be used as a starting point of an obituary I will be writing for myself – one that hopefully will lay untouched in a bureau drawer for many years to come. But one never knows.
So, this is ME:
A lover of
Double Bubble bubble gum
An audacious warrior
A wrinkled visionary
A recovering good girl
An inveterate striver
A wisdom seeker
Whose rambling house is overstuffed with too many books and too much yarn and too many dusty house plants
Whose mind is fascinated by relatively unknown stories
And whose late night eating habit is still her bitch.