The Last Word

 

Okay, I hope this post doesn't offend anyone.  I've not seen it talked about in Blogland before.

What am I talking about?  The Last Word.

Gosh.  In the last 6 months I've attended more funerals than in all my years.  Just the other day I learned my very first blog friend/commenter passed.  Then yesterday, a favorite coworker's wife.

Each time, I come away thinking, "I really need to let someone know what I want."  (... rather, what I don't!)  Great intentions.

But do you think I've actually done anything about it?

I like the quote, "Funerals are important rituals.  They don't just recognize that a life has ended, they recognize that a life was lived."  

Better, a Celebration of Life.

You see, that former coworker's wife knew her prognosis was poor.  Last year they took a trip back home for what she called, my Celebration of Life.  All the family was there -- together with long-time friends.  A grand reunion, if you will, featuring the beaming guest of honor.

L'chaim! 

I love that idea!

I'm not sure if this is a trend, but I'm seeing more and more slide shows at services.   Unlike the posed portraits (usually from a church directory), the images I'm seeing on the 'big screen' often provoke laughter -- at least, muffled giggles.  

When my friend Sharon passed, I was delighted to see what a young beauty she'd been.  Coming into someone's life as a card-carrying member of AARP, their past isn't something I think about.

Maybe this sounds conceited, but I've been putting together my own slide show.  There's nothing I could do about it, but what if I don't like what Tom or Troy have chosen?  (lol!)

The rest isn't so important as my Destination. Right?

 Gotta have the last word! 

I'm not in a rush, but I hope when the time comes someone will remember I loved this quote.  (Minus the part about glitter, haha!)

Have a day!

Myra