A friend of mine once asked me to write my own obituary, saying what I want left behind to be remembered by.
Tombstone Epitaph, Tombstone,Arizona 1888
The Breed known as Jess passed over today. His last words were to his long time friend and companion, Tippy, the Mule.
He said "Old hoss, it's been interestin. Though I've wronged some folks, it was unintentional and though my mistakes were plenty, I made the best decision I could, with the knowledge I had, each time. I've made some good friends and even better enemies. I've laughed and sang more times than I've cried. And yuh know sumpthin hoss? I wouldn't change a durn thing!"
This poem's not mine but i rather like it.....
Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn?s rain.
When you awaken in the morning?s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
(by Melinda Sue Pacho)
Never mind me. A friend of mine Joel who was also my daughter's friend died riding too fast at night on a mountain road. A year before his friend Shawn died on the mountain, hitting a van stuck in the middle of the road. His wife didn't appreciate him. I guess money was more important to her but it's too late to turn the clock back. Joel was the most fascinating man I've ever met if you consider secret missions in the military and security stants. Joel used to tease me and tell me if he told me his stories he'd have to kill me. I was told the day of Joel's funeral and could not get a flight to Montana in time for the funeral. I think I've died a little each day after that never being able to say, "Goodbye and I miss you." I have reoccurring nightmares of Joel going over the guard rail and hitting the tree. My daughter never went to his funeral either as she is in a MBA program and could not leave unless she quit the program. I think when she visits for Mother's Day, we will go to church and have our final goodbyes. Each person is so different and precious. Joel came to my home on several occasions and we talked for hours at the dinner table. Joel was a good friend to both of us. You either liked him or you didn't. I was lucky enough for him to like me as he was picky who he made friends with. But, I can get along with most everyone. I never was able to have closure and I am still hurting. I'm not going to reread this so I apologize for any mistakes in spelling and grammar. All my love to the two young young men, Joel and Shawn, who touched my life as human beings and fellow motorcyclists. -vetducgirl alias Tonya
She came into this world smiling and she left the same way.....her heart was lite....and she will see true friends...holding a piece of sweetgrass in one hand and a smile in the other...you know who you are...pity the uglys....sad for the broken halo's.....and all that befriend them