Beyond the overbearing 'other side' of the family, a paster who was awkwardly unfamiliar with my grandfather and very impersonal, and my grandmother's short term memory failing her, making us have to remind her of what event we were attending, the short, 144-word obituary that summed up my grandfather's life was more than I could take.
"He was an avid outdoorsman and enjoyed spending his time duck hunting, ice fishing, and trapping." This was the only sentence that said anything about him as a person.
As a human being I was deeply saddened and as a writer I was mortified. Do you ever think about what will be said of you when you are gone? I am sure, like other people's opinions, it is none of my business what will be said, but I do care. I care so much in fact, I feel I need to start jotting down my own obituary just in case, so I don't end up with one sentence telling the world vaguely who I was.
I want to have a life so well lived and so full of love that people don't know where to start or end when it comes to the details of my story. Luckily, I already feel I have earned more than a sentence, but that doesn't mean I won't keep working for bigger dreams and reaching for each star. My story is going to be a good one!
Charmaine N. Houck
Advocate of Adventure