Okay, before we get into this post, can I just tell you how many times I have wanted to punch the router at my parents’ house? I think I said this yesterday, but it must be federal law that if you are an old person, that that wireless at your house must suck, because trying to blog here? I have been tempted to tear each and every one of my locs out.
Moving right along.
So the reason I’m here at my parents’ house in the first place is actually kind of somber. A friend of mine, of ours, mother passed away after a long, long battle with cancer. Her two daughters are me and Debbie’s age, so the whole family made it out to a beautiful, beautiful service. Seriously, this church was packed.
As soon as we walked in, displayed was a beautiful picture of Wendy and her two daughters. As we entered, we entered to beautiful singing, and were handed the most fun program I’ve ever seen.
And the service was great. Full of friends, the service was more singing than talking (as was Wendy’s wish,) and the talking that was done was reflecting on Wendy’s life, her smile, and most of all, her love for Christ.
The service had me thinking, what would my memorial service be like? What do I want to be remembered for?
I haven’t gotten as far as thinking of how I want my service to be done, or where, but I do know what I want to be remembered for.
- My ability to love. I’ve always loved love. I love so much. I love my family. My family-to-be. My home. My animals. Writing.
- My love for animals. I am the proud Mama of two animals, and the stepmama to a third. That is really more than enough but I love love love them all so much.
- My love for music. I was named after a Stevie Wonder song. There’s no way I wouldn’t love music. I love it all, I sing it all, and I dance to it all.
- My love of laughter. Ladies and gents, I love to laugh. I love to laugh at myself, and more importantly, I love to make fun of others. All in good fun, of course, I’m not gonna like, make fun of someone’s cockeye or something, but I love a laugh.
- The right thing. I think above all, I want everyone to know that I always tried/will continue to try to do the right thing. I may not always. I’m human, and I’m gonna screw up, but I really, truly have always tried to do what I thought was the right thing.
Now I hope all this wasn’t too morbid for you, but you have to understand, my mind has been on this, especially with the passing of my grandmother, and now Wendy. If you’re comfortable with it, how would you like to be remembered?