Eulogy

In the last six months or so I went to a funeral. It was a celebration of life really but we still wore black and sat down in church pews. It was the first one that I can remember and I am close to the son of the man who passed away. I was crying because I put myself in his shoes, I let myself feel his grief with him and it was hard to imagine either my mom or dad passing. It stuck with me for awhile, I’d never experienced that before and was a bit hard to processes everything but once it was all said and done it gave me something to think about.

What would I want people saying about me at my eulogy?

I started with what I knew I didnt want: I wouldn’t want it to be said that “she was a good wife, an amazing mother that did her best” I could likely have kids, be a wife and do all of these things and more, but thats not what I want. I believe that raising kids is the most important thing you can do for a society but I dont want that for myself. I want it to be said that I loved everyone openly and affectionately, I was strong, demanded what I needed for myself but it was clear that in some way or another I was there and I cared about everyone. I want them to talk about how successful my life was, how work kept me busy but I always seemed more content with that. How every moment I tried to be happy, how my tattoos helped shaped me. I want them to talk about my hobbies, what I enjoyed and what I did with them, how I loved to travel and went anywhere I could. How I was open minded and willing to do anything or go anywhere.

I don’t want my life to be dumbed down to one simple thing because it’s not and it shouldn’t be. I realized If I want people to talk about me like that then I better act like it. I better do whatever I can now to achieve my goals to be that woman. I definitely don’t know what I want to do for the rest of my life, nor do I know how my life is going to go but this is something I know. This is something I want to achieve and so I will.

So I ask, what do you want said at your funeral?

Lots of love, June.