Memorial service

Today I helped out at a memorial service and reception for a lady who died recently.  What else can you do on a cold, wet Memorial Day weekend?  I didn't know the lady personally, but her face in the pictures of her looked somewhat familiar.  She was 77 years old, had been married to her current husband for 10 years and died from Alzheimer's. Now from where I'm sitting, that seems pretty young and gives one food for thought as one contemplates what will take a  person one day.

Not that I spend much time thinking about that kind of thing.  But, services like that do have a tendency to bring on those kinds of thoughts.  As I sat there, I got to wondering if any one much would bother to come to my funeral and what kinds of things would come to mind to tell about my life. 

I could probably write a book about the kinds of things people would say about me. "Never ask her to find the way to some place unfamiliar to you or she will get you lost".  " Let me tell you about the time when she got us lost at __" No lack of fodder there.  "When you saw her coming you ran, because you never knew what crazy idea she was coming up with next."  "What a spastic!"

The person who had her funeral before she died had the right idea.  That way you can be there to hear it all. That's the way it should be, so you can hear what people really think about you. Yet again, maybe at a time like this, they hold back telling the things they really thought.Well, I can say one thing for sure.  I'm going to get started planning mine now so I can have it my way.  That's the another thing they would say about me,"She really liked to have things done her way".