31 Days - My obituary

My obituary. I kind of avoided this one...although I thought about it a lot. How does one write ones own obituary. I went off and Googled a few. They were a little bit helpful....but not much.

Is it morbid to write ones own obituary? I don't really know. How would I like to be remembered? These are a couple of the questions I have pondered.

I remember once I delivered a speech on Fathers Day at church one day - on what my Dad means to me. As I was writing it it occurred to me that it was like I was writing his eulogy. Eulogies are beautiful. I always secretly hope that our departed loved ones get to hover around at their own funerals and hear the beautiful words said about them after they die. As I wrote the Fathers Day speech I was really glad I wrote it in a similar manner to a eulogy because my Dad was going to be physically present and hear precisely what he meant to me.

I'll never forget that particular Fathers Day....best one ever....

Anyway....my obituary!

Leisa P W passed away on Sunday evening, peacefully in her sleep at the age of 182. Beloved mother to Sarah, Chloe, Tim and Georgia, mother in law to ?, ?, ? and ? and very much cherished Yaya to all her grandchildren and great grandchildren.

Leisa always hoped that she was "aging disgracefully" and did everything in her power to ensure that happened. She grabbed hold of life with both hands and enjoyed every single second she could. Her grandchildren always came back from visiting Yaya filthy dirty after a day spent outdoors climbing trees, building cubby houses, collecting tadpoles and making mud pies. Leisa loved teaching them about the world around them, often discovering new things right along side of them.

Leisa's longevity can possibly be explained by the vast number of unfinished craft projects she had stashed in the cupboard. Surely the Good Lord wouldn't take her until they were all completed! Leisa was rarely seen sitting idle in a chair. She was always bent over with a crochet hook or needle in her hand, avidly sewing, knitting or crocheting for those she loved and those in need.

Leisa loved to run and at the age of 50 completed her first marathon. After that it was a marathon a year! Her last marathon was at the age of 120 where she finished in the last quarter of the field still feeling pretty fabulous.

Leisa always wore her heart on her sleeve. Thought too much and sometimes felt too much....but always said she wouldn't have it any other way. People always knew where they stood with her. She said that transparency and honesty made for a better world and tried very hard to practice this belief. Even when life wasn't kind she was determined to be kind and respond with kindness...believing that one day kindness would be returned.

It is hoped that Leisa did what she always wanted to do when she finally approached the Pearly Gates - at a run, sliding into Home and yelling, "WOO HOO! What a ride!"