Introspection / Eulogy
"I was out on the radio starting to change / Somewhere out in America, it's starting to rain / Could you tell me one thing you remember about me?" - Counting Crows, "Have you seen me lately?"
Since I've had a very weird day which almost resulted in my death, I've been a bit introspective. I took an idea from a friend and began to ponder my eulogy. Yes, I know it's very morbid, but when my friend explained why he does this for himself and for others, it made a hell of a lot of sense.
So, I ask you all:
What would you remember most about me? What are your memories of me?
Geez,... it is 3:04 in the morning and my head is not all there. Charlies was closed.. so we ended up at A2 BW3's and then Conor O'neils.
I will write you the perfect Eulogy though, when the time comes ;)
I guess I have not yet thought about my Eulogy. I deal with Death and Dying as a job.. so I guess I have become somewhat desensetized to it.
I have always thought the following poem made the best Eulogy for every one of my friends.
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I had a friend
he went away from me
this poem ends, as soft as it began
I loved my friend.
~ Langston Hughes
I wrote my eulogy years ago. I know it sounds nuts, but then again, who knows you better than yourself and what you would want said about you. Actually, it's funny. Was writing my autobiography in college. Actually did a paper survey of the people I knew with like four questions on it. Best memory, one word to describe me, and something else and created it out of that.
Joe, I would do a whole powerpoint for you. In fact, when you get married, I think I'll do one.
Obviously no one has memories.
All I can say is eating mashed potatoe at Ram's Horn. What was it, Wednesdays?
I've never eaten mashed potatoes at Ram's Horn, but it was Thursday nights.
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