Apparently I am tacky, heartless, miserable, thoughtless, distasteful, disrespectful, disorganized, rude, evil, hideous...the list goes on and on. However, I agree with none of that. I write matter of fact, I write to express my feelings, I write as a release. I do not ask anyone to agree with me nor do I advertise my blog for anyone to read it. If you stumble upon it, by all means read it. It is published in cyber space for that reason.
I write every blog with the idea what would my mom think if she read this. That is a fantastic way to write. I get my release, I write with proper grammar (or try too, but I screw that up occasionally), but more importantly I write with the thought that my mother is going to read this. I write every blog and then ask myself "can my mom read this?" If I can't write it for my mother to read, then it obviously doesn't need to be published. Trust me there have been a few blogs that I absolutely loved to write and was proud of them, but after I read what I wrote I realized that I didn't want my mother or grandmother to read them, so I should post it...they are saved in the "glad I wrote folder, but for my eyes only."
Recently, I wrote a post about a funeral that changed the way I look at life. I wrote about my wake up call to live life for the moment and not go through the motions. I wrote about my my desire to continue to strive to make everyday wonderful. This week, I have been given a reminder to really love life. Life is precious yet priceless and once it is gone, it really is gone. I am thrilled that I went to a funeral that provided me the opportunity to plan my own. When I pass I hope that there is a huge party, with my beautiful family surrounded by great friends. I hope there are fantastic stories to share of the stupid things I did or didn't do, stories that make people laugh and not cry. I hope my funeral is really a celebration of my life...if there were ever flowing bodingtongs or jack on the rocks with 3 limes I wouldn't mind that either. :)
I am incredibly sorry, that it took me attending a funeral to realize that I need to capitalize on my own life. I clearly offended numerous people as I was called such lovely names (the ones that kicked off this blog), so I removed that blog. My deepest sympathies and condolences go to the loved ones of the funeral I attended this week. The family asked that people learn from this, I feel special that I am able to pull away two things from this...live life to the fullest extent and live like there is no tomorrow. If I died today, I hope that I did something fantastic yesterday for them to talk about. Take this opportunity to make something fantastic happen, if not for yourself then for your loved ones.
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If I have learned anything over the years, I have learned that people often voice their reservations toward another person in order to make themselves feel important. More often than not, those special individuals merely voice their own shortcomings.
ReplyDeleteWhile I will admit that I failed to read the infamous post, I do admit that I search for meaning in all of life's experiences. As a matter of fact, whether it be about people or life in general, I search to learn something new everyday. If you realized something meaningful at a funeral, I congratulate you. When I attended a funeral a few years ago, I made one of my most meaningful and unforgettable memories.
In sum, I happy for you. I hope that you continue to appreciate life and share your discoveries.