We live in a small town. Our paper comes out weekly. That’s just about right for this size town. Our assignment this week is to look at the paper every day and read the obituaries. Not gonna happen.
I could go to the store and buy the paper from a larger town that does have a daily paper. Except for Tuesday and Wednesday. We got a lot of snow and there were no newspapers for those two days. Not gonna do it.
We’re all gonna die. We know that. The way things are going, with all the “diseases” in the United States and all the side effects from all the drugs, people are dead long before their body dies. They are existing in “homes.”
People don’t die every day around here. When they do die, you don’t need to read the paper to know about it. You hear about it the day it happens. You don’t need to read the paper to know how they used their life, who they married, who they are survived by. You already know it.
The obituary is used to highlight their life. That’s not what their life was really like. They don’t mention the struggles, the character-building events, the intimate moments when they left an impact on others.
I want to remember them by how they lived their life, the smiles, the hugs, the moments when they reached out to help others, the moments when I reached out to help them.
I want to make an impact on others, not just have a list of “things” that I finished.
When I die, I’ve told my kids that I don’t care what you do with my body, or even if you have a funeral for me. A funeral is for the living, not the person who died. I care what happens now, not after I’m dead.
Let me show love and compassion now.