In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “In Loving Memory.”
Today Word Press asks me to write my own obituary.
Today is my birthday. While I am not old, I am getting older. I am tired and I have aches and pains. My metabolism is slowing down. My body is starting to betray me. But I have a lot of life left to live (or so I hope).
But today – on my 41st birthday – Word Press has decided to throw me in the grave and start piling on the dirt. Not today, Word Press. Not today.
In the last several years, I have seen way too many loved ones taken before their time. Cancer. Chronic illness. Accidents. I refuse to dwell on death.
To me, it doesn’t matter what pretty words are in the obituary. What does matter are the feelings and memories that are left in the hearts of the people we leave behind.
So go out today and love. Make memories. Live. That’s what I will be doing.