I always thought I’d have the ‘dying young’ kind of life until I my third decade on this here earth. So you can imagine that I’ve been planning for this event for quite a long time although the uncertainty of the date throws me off a bit. I’ve written and rewritten a guest list to my funeral and have decided that I don’t want a party afterward. Not that I will have any control over what happens at that time but it would be nice to not have the day tainted by irrelevant people who all ‘knew’ me so well. I want my husband and kids to mourn my death and be sad for a while because dealing with all kinds of emotions are healthy. That, and I want to be missed which is inevitable, but still. Pretty self centred even from the grave don’t you think? But I feel like I feel.
Naturally I’ve written my own eulogy, obituary and that goodbye note found on the back of the funeral leaflet. What is it called anyways? No generic scripts for me about meeting each other soon and that I’m in a better place. Bleh… Instead it will be filled with real words and a bit of humour from me because ultimately it is my last goodbye. For a start I think I’ll share an optional (because I don’t really want one or a party remember?) obituary with you. Totally in bad taste but hey, it is and was my life.
CELESTE JONKERS HAS FINALLY GOTTEN OVER HER FEAR OF COMMITMENT AND DECIDED TO PUSH UP DAISIES BECAUSE SHE CAN. SLEEPING IS FOR GROWING BABIES.