Okay, I know this is going to sound morbid, but AGMA’s started gathering the pictures I want displayed at my funeral/memorial/celebration of life service.
Ewwww… Who does that?
Note of disclosure: There is no imminent threat of my departing this life anytime time soon that I am aware. No new medical diagnosis or forebodings. Nothing (other than the normal ‘I could step out on a street and get hit by a car’ notion) that would lead me to believe I need to hurry up and get my affairs in order.
AGMA’s just a bit of a control freak.
I was trying to sort out the junk we have in our 4th floor closets. Since we live in a townhouse with no basement, but a finished top level, the 4th floor has become what our basements used to be… The place of collection of our precious belongs.
You know, the junk.
Found…a Lladro figurine collection. They’ve been in a box since 2010. Also found….the chachkies/pictures we had on our built-in bookcases two houses ago. They’ve been in a box since 2010 too.
AGMA can’t say that I’ve missed them.
We have two walk-in closets on the 4th floor. The wire shelving in both have collapsed and ripped out of the wall from the weight of the myriad of boxes I stacked on them.
I haven’t told Hubs yet.
So in trying to bring order out of chaos before informing Hubs, I started digging into some of the boxes that fell. There was one with shoeboxes – soooo many shoeboxes – of pictures from 1963 to the early 2000’s in them.
Of course, AGMA couldn’t resist a stumble down memory lane.
Fresh on my mind was my old friend Scott. Scott had been a friend of Hubs and I since college. He was younger than us by a few years and full of energy, life, fun and mischief.
In the days before social media, for all of you young whippersnappers out there, the annual Christmas/holiday letter via snail mail was our version of a timeline. Far flung friends got brought up to date with our lives over the preceding year through this annual ritual.
And so it was with Scott after we graduated. For 30+ years, we communicated once a year with him.
Then, in 2011, we started making annual trips back to Tucson to visit my MIL and old friends still living there. Like Scott.
We were delighted to discover that he was much the same – full of energy, life, fun and mischief. 30+ years older, yes, but with a positive outlook on life that was contagious. He was like Peter Pan – the boy who never really grew up. We always looked forward to visiting Scott, and hearing about his latest adventures and plans for the future.
Our last visit to Tucson was this past October. We a lovely evening with Scott and his new wife. I felt like he’d finally found his soul mate. We had a great time with them.
Last week, we heard through a friend that Scott was in hospice. WTF? Two days later his wife let us know that Scott had passed away.
He was only 62.
So while AGMA was looking through those old pictures on the 4th floor, my heart was heavy at the sudden loss of our friend. And I started wondering what his memorial service would be like.
I hope that it will be fun and uplifting just like Scott was. And full of images from his life which was a wonderful mix of adventure, service to the less fortunate and family. Hubs is going and will give me a full report when he gets back.
But then I started wondering what AGMA’s ‘celebration of life’ might be like. Not in a morbid sense; more curious than anything else. And what kind of images there will be to show the highlights/lowlights (gotta keep it real) of AGMA’s time on earth to those who come to party. Because it WILL be a party.
Oh no – this is just too important to leave up to Hubs and sons… They’re guys and wouldn’t have a clue.
So I started putting ‘AGMA approved’ pictures aside for that final hoorah.
I can hear the announcement at the memorial now, “AGMA selected all of the pictures in this montage of her life many years ago because she was such a freaking CONTROL FREAK!”
At least I know I’ll look cute.
RIP sweet Peter Pan.