What will they say about me?

when i'm gone

I don’t mean to be morose, but I was asked to say a few words at a funeral.

As I began to think about what I would say, it reminded me how far I have to go to receive a miniscule dose of the wonderful qualities I remember about my friend who died.  It  wasn’t about me, it was about her.

She had courage and joy in the face of great adversity. No way have I reached that level.  I collapse into a puddle of tears when my dryer alerts me it’s filled with lent;

She never said an evil word against another. I merrily join into marathon gossip sessions whenever I’m confronted with something juicy;

She lifted me up when I was down. If you’re down, stay away from me, it could be contagious.

I want to change.  I really do.  I never want to gossip again or fall apart when things don’t go my way.  I want to encourage others in their time of need.

I’m working on it.  No, really I am.  I am being encouraged by Miss Grace who looks over us now.

I do keep Rebel and Lucky Dawg’s bowls filled.  I hope taking care of animals counts.

One thought on “What will they say about me?

  1. Miss Grace was a wonderful person. When our Mother died she came right up to the funeral home and helped us through that and then she must have bought all the fried chicken in West Point and brought it to our house. She was always someone I admired and you are right. I never heard an unkind word come out of her mouth. Her smile would make anyone smile and I was blessed to have her and her family as our next door neighbors.

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