Oh But Interesting Tell Us All Remembered Years

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Get it?  Got it.....

I'm weird, but you knew that.  My daily routine - awaken.  Be thankful.  Sit on edge of bed long enough to see if I remember whointhehell I am, what day it is, and, most importantly, which way to the john. (Yesterday kinda frightened me. After putting out on hole #7, I walked and sat in the wrong golf cart.  Ya never know ya know?)

After that, make coffee, chromebook to 'DailySudoku' (It's easy on Monday, works it's way harder thru the week, Sunday is a bitch, I LOVE a good challenge.).. Fill coffee cup.  Read local sports.  Then, obituaries.

I understand that (to read or not to read an obit) is a thing of choice.  I'm weird (we established that), but, I'm weird in that, I NEVER want anyone to die, but I gotta admit - I enjoy reading, learning about other's lives.

Yes, there are the basics.. born where, when, to who... survived by.... suggested donations if folks feel so moved to do so.... and, services, date, time, place.

That's kinda like a book.... Title... Table of Contents... Main chapters.. Indexes.. we all gots that. I wanna hear the core narrative baby.  Tell me about this person, who this person was.  Is fun legal?

Can we include "Mildred used to bake chocolate chip cookies and would leave them on her front porch for when the neighborhood kids would enter her yard to retrieve their Wiffle ball." Or, hell, if that wasn't the case.... tell us..... "Herbert, when the kids would hit their Wiffle ball in the yard, would crank up his weed eater and chase the little bastards away."

Who are you?  Who, who, who, who?  Who are you... or, better said "Who were you?  Who, who, who who? 'Cause I really wanna know (Who were you?  Who, who, who, who?)

Problem is, it's often written by loved ones... so it's a third person view from their shoes.  I guess, sometimes, that could be good.  You know, like, "Boyd cared more about that damn dog than he did any of my family members."  Boyd is left defenseless.. were he able, he mighta answered "Bruiser (the hound) never borrowed money that he didn't repay, he never griped about this, that or the other (continually) and, he was always welcome, he never wore that out."

Plaguerized (NO, not YOU Victor? Uh huh, me... a couple below from Readers's Digest)...  "Faced with the prospect of voting for either Donald Trump or Hiliary Clinton, Mary Anne chose to pass into the eternal love of God."

"She loved her family more than anything else....except cold Budweiser, room temperature Budweiser, fall follage, the OJ chase, and the OJ trial."

June, 2015.  He was kinda boring.  His family honored his choice to pen his own.  It was, simply, "Doug died."  Let's just say it gives new meaning to the old adage "brevity is the soul of wit."

And, Emily Debrayda Phillips, self penned "It pains me to admit it, but apparently I have passed away."  She mentioned she wasn't sorry for making her daughter wear "no frills" jeans as a kid, nor for red-shirting her son... back in kindergarten (No, seriously, Red Rover is surprisingly competitive...."If you want you can look for me into the evening sunset or with the earliest daffodils or among the flitting and fluttering butterflies... you know I'll be there in one form or the other... Of course, that will probably comfort some while antagonizing others, but you know me... it's what I do.  Any questions?  TOO LATE!"

I really wanna know............ Did he own twelve hammers because his garage was so dirty, messy, he'd buy another when he couldn't find it........ or, "Sam was particular, mebbe OCD. If you put a box end wrench in an open end sleeve, you were never allowed in his home again."

Did he/she snore?  A lot?  Busy body?  "Her lasagna was the bomb, recipe passed down from her Italian grandmother."  "He/she couldn't cook a lick, I never said nuttin' but many a night after he/she went to bed, I snuck a bologna sandwich"

"She liked your or she didn't, it was black or white.  As her children, we are still trying to figure out which one if was for us (we know she loved us.)"

"It is believed she passed away peacefully at age 94, believed to be caused from carrying her oxygen tank up the long flight of stairs to her bedroom that made her heart give out.  She left behind a hell of a lot of stuff to her daughters and sons who have no idea what to do with it."

I know many disagree... about fun...  that's ok, I'm good with that.  We talked yesterday, I think levity helps virtually any situation, especially maybe the really crappy situations, of which death can certainly be one.

I honestly do enjoy reading what loved ones have to say... it can be very touching..  some paint very vivid pictures... sure, some are mundane (scroll to levity... or, really knowing about someone.  Ominous task, a one page wrap on one's life.

This morning, there were only two in the paper.  The first one, astutely written, I think I woulda liked getting to be a friend with the guy.  The second one........ I clicked the link..... it took me to..........."FORBIDDEN" some # error message, 404 maybe.  So, I switched to my phone, tried there........... same.

For shame for the fella.  Will never know.  All I really wanna do is know people.  I enjoy people, even if perhaps too late to sit and enjoy a dinner with them.

Memories fade..  obits go in the ICloud or whatever they call it.  Stand up and be counted.  No, that ain't.  Lay down is fine, but be counted.  And let us (you or your loved ones) know who are you.... who who who who.  We really wanna know.

Oh But Interesting Tell Us All Remembered Years........... before it's too late.

Maybe I'd mention "I never cheated on her... or at Wordle... I did once, not say nuttin' when I gave a lady a 10 and she gave me change for a 20... sorry... kinda... I enjoyed my beer, my cigs, outta leftfield humor.. I was far, far, far from perfect but all I really wanted was to be known as a good guy.  And, find a woman that really enjoyed........... well, nevermind. Garage sales, yeah, that's it, garage sales.

Love, Victurd