Monthly Archives: September 2014

The people I wish I’d met, and one other

I don’t just visit cemeteries, I also read obituaries.  Many people put such fascinating things in their loved ones’ obituary that it makes me sad I never met this person who was so obviously interesting. Here are some words about some of those people:

“Mom shared puzzles of every kind with us . . . now she [is] filling in all the blanks and fitting together all the pieces, even the ones that have been missing.” 

“She is remembered for her optimism, courage, and love of Corvettes.”

“She was an expert in handwriting analysis and had been involved in numerous consulting engagements.”

“In 1994, she was named honorary Mayor of Dogtown despite her being “only Irish by osmosis.”"

“She also liked a good coupon and was quick to give them out.”

And then there was Gladys Ann Ross, 83, who “said she’d wait to die because she still had so many books to read.” Good for you, Gladys!

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On the other hand, not everyone is beloved, and not every family is happy—though unhappy families may not usually go to the expense that this family did. The obituary I show here was turned in by a student for one of my class assignments. Unlike the ones I’ve quoted above, it would seem Dolores was not a person you would have wanted to meet personally.  Which really is sad. That someone in the family felt strongly enough about Dolores to buy this much space in the paper to say these things about her is even more sad. I certainly hope that, when I die, no one feels this negatively about me.

Spotted on a walk

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Memorials can be found almost anywhere these days, from car windows to sidewalk pavers to small signs like this, which we found on a walk. The sign had been placed in one of this neighborhood’s common areas. No word on how the folks who mow the lawn feel about it.

I think, if I lived in this neighborhood, I would be pleased to see signs like this, but maybe I just like to think about people being remembered for nice things. It’s sweet to contemplate that the people of this neighborhood fondly remember Mr. Swift for the pleasant memories and lovely gardens he has left to those who have not yet joined him in the “infinite garden.”