My Obituary

Some truths that should be included about my life:

I yelled at my husband and I yelled at my kids.

Sometimes I thought I was better than others, sometimes I knew I wasn’t as good as anyone.

I lied and was dishonest.

I lamented all that I didn’t have and arrogantly thought I deserved more.

I doubted my purpose.

I lacked courage to reach goals.

I let hate touch my life.

I practiced selfishness to an embarrassing degree.

I acted righteous when I should have been pleading forgiveness.

I refused to admit when I was wrong.

I was clueless.

And:

I did my very best to be a better mother and a better wife.

Sometimes I was able to accept that I was as valuable as anyone, everyone.

I was truthful and honest even when it pained me to do so.

I learned that my purpose was flexible and fluid.

I basked in achieving goals I worked damn hard to obtain.

I learned that hate had no place in my heart and shunned it to the best of my ability.

I gave of myself in ways that helped others beyond what I thought I was capable of doing.

I learned the truth of value and morality and chose to seek it and live it.

I came to understand that being wrong is not a shame.

I loved learning.

Obituary, Death Notice, Mortal

The truth of my life is all that needs written.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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PS….a very very long time from now!

43 thoughts on “My Obituary

  1. All of this, and more, is why I like you.
    And you know it.
    And you know it is genuine.
    You first caught me with your so original expressions of irony, done so sweetly, with sketches, it wouldn’t seem to be ironic.
    But of course.
    It was.
    You are a unusually creative person.
    And I did worry, I was bugging you.
    Commenting always, on most every post.
    You just keep going girl!
    And I will keep reading.

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    • Cindy…this is one of my most favorite ever comments. ❤ of course I don't mind…you never bug me. 😉 I appreciate your encouragement and lifting me up. Sometimes I just need to hear (read) that! I keep rereading your comment and can't find enough ways to thank you.

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      • For sure and life is learning, …it is just not so obvious as long as there is no trigger to ask yourself the question „why, are things going this way and why not in a different way“… most of my life, I learned without the conscience… like a child….

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          • That’s why it is so wonderfully refreshing to listen to children. It’s like as they are living in a sheltered dream world …. it’s hard to keep this world alive today for the future children, but the path is more or less the same for all humans. We develop an awareness of our environment and our own fears and weaknesses, that prevent us from further learning what is significant.

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  2. I love the perspective. I used to think better or worse than others but my husband taught me when I first met him that – I’ll never be better than anyone but no one will ever be better than me. When he said it, I thought this guy is wise and needs a second date.

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  3. You are the real deal. Honest. Funny. Brilliant. Loving. Kind. Upfront. Deep. Insightful. Creative. Secure. Loyal. Responsible. And the most incredibly unique artist I think I have the privilege to call friend. LOVED THIS POST! Yippee!

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  4. Sounds about right for most of us if we take a look across the decades! I don’t know about you, but I often feel that some of my “worst moments” fall as subheadings under the “clueless” category. There were times when I can just say I didn’t have a clue! Wish I could make amends on some of those things. 😦

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