What I should have read when I am dead. |
Fyn, being Fyn, when she departed this earth did so with panache, and a great deal of mirth. She's gone to that Publishing House up in the sky for a one on one meeting with the Editor-on-High. Before she left she wrote this out for me to read (and have no doubt) she wrote with a smile doing as she loved best until the final chapter of her novel existence went to rest. She's gone now, ashes to dust but she left the following for us in trust. She's left her words, her poems, her stories, as others leave photographs of all their glories. You don't see pictures here scattered about instead she wanted her poetry out. Here printed and matted or written in script are the word pictures of her ninety year trip. Words were how she interpreted living; the sublime, the ridiculous, the abusive, the giving. 'Tis a personal testament through her eyes and her heart-- her joy and her grief clear back to her start. She called me to come see her a week ago; said I should read this, and not look at her so. She said I would laugh when I saw what she wrote and thus here I am, reading this note. Fyn called me friend, dear and true. She said here's my meology- you must read this and tell all who come I will live forever- be forever young though a part of me is now useless and dead, my mind will live on if my words be read. I've been a pebble in many a shoe, a ready shoulder to more than a few. I've been daughter, wife, lover and mom and I'll still be those things long after I'm gone. I've changed your diapers, cleaned your rooms, loved you, fought you, respected your grooms. I've lent you money, and borrowed it too and I probably still owe a couple of you. I've loved and I've lost and I've loved again, but most special of all, I was loved by Ken. In that I was fortunate, and most assuredly blessed. We shared joy and laughter- a simple bliss. I have no estate to leave behind, nor mansions nor cars just this piece of my mind. I want no red eyes- so save your tears for ecstactic happenings over the years. Don't be afraid to really love, to experience passion, to follow a dream. Go after things important to you for the days fly faster than they might seem. Take some of my words when you leave here today as my ashes take flight on the wind's wild ways. And as the next chapters in your lives begin occasionally, maybe, call to mind your dear Fyn. You're all worth five stars and I've rated you such... thank you all, my dear friends who have given me, so much! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ July 14 Prompt Subject: Write your own eulogy Word(s) to use: pebble Word(s) not to use: eulogy, death, died, pass(ed, ing), remember, memory(ies), good, happy, life Other requirements/restrictions: none |