Just about everyone who knows me well knows what matters to me. Family, friends, community, social justice, and nature.
When I lived in the south, a female writer friend, poet remarked about the passing of a joint friend, "no one will attend my funeral."
More than shocked this creative woman felt so bad about herself I turned to here and said, "it's it more important to know you did make a contribution. What others think of any of us doesn't matter. It isn't important. We know, in our hearts, what matters."
In college I took several courses in thanatology (death and dying). We were asked to write our obituaries. I wrote mine and saved it some twenty-six years ago at 39.
"She was a friendly face, you could see most anywhere. Her family and friends knew they were dearly loved. She loved her community and her causes. She deeply loved nature.
Her last breath was, "Wow. What a roll. Thank you."
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