DO YOU KNOW A GOOD WRITER?

Obituary---a notice of someone's death; usually including a short biography.  Reading obituaries is a fascinating pass time for me.  NO I AM NOT MORBID!  BUT---it is so interesting what our family or we want others to remember us for.  There are those who write a lengthy dissertation with even the most trivial of facts and there are those who only put a notice of death---no extraneous details.  This is one more thing in our society which divides the well off from the very poor.  Since obituaries published in the newspaper (that is another subject since most papers are now sent out digitally) have to be paid for---there is the cost consideration.  Funerals are not cheap.  I am trying to leave this terrestrial ball as cheaply as possible.  There is no cheap in the world of funerals. only less expensive..  Here is a funeral fact you may not know.  If the body crosses state lines, another funeral home probably is going to be involved.  My step father died in Mississippi while on a trip to Florida.  His body was embalmed in Mississippi since you cannot cross state lines without being embalmed (if my memory serves me correctly).  The funeral was in Louisiana and a different funeral home took care of that.  He was buried in Texas and the local funeral home was in charge of the interment.  SORRY---back to the subject--I am rambling.



As I was thinking this over, it became apparent that the obituary depends upon the writer.  When Momma died after months of suffering, my brothers and I were emotionally drained.  My sister in law took the task of writing her obituary.  It contained what Momma would have wanted---the basic facts.  The laughing joke with my kids is when I am gone--place a notice on line since no one reads papers anymore (except my generation).  Short and sweet is exactly what I want.  I have made a decision which will impact this blog.  Those who might care are my family and close friends.  I have decided to write an auto-biography for my family.  This is a big writing project and will require lots of organization, planning, and writing.  My memory is not what it was and I will have to do some research to make certain I have my facts straight.  It will be a labor of love so my family can understand where we came from and what makes us who we are.  

SO---the blog will take a back seat while I am working on this.  I will probably have things which pop up that I feel need to be shared, but it will not be consistent 5 days a week.  This project will begin January 1---I will post the blog until the end of December.  After that we will see how things shape up.  With my blog ban on Facebook, except under a separate page from my individual page, readership has dropped.  All things have a life expectancy and perhaps the blog has lived its life.  That is to be determined.  SO without further ado---and with plenty of warning---I am explaining the direction I am headed.  I hope this endeavor will give my family further insight into not just me---but who we are collectively.  There will be no obituary, but there will be a privately shared remembrance for those I cherish and love deeply.  May God give me the wisdom to know what needs to be shared and what needs to be held close.  

"If you obey God,
you will have something
to leave your grandchildren."
Proverbs 13:22

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  1. What a brave and enormous undertaking (no pun intended) you've announced here, Lulu. I, for one, certainly understand and admire you for embarking on this labor of love. In the meantime, I look forward to reading your posts through the end of December. I wish you all the best! Blessings!

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    1. I hope to still occasionally post, Martha, but time will tell. In the beginning, until I get a flow going, it will be very time consuming. I hope my grands someday appreciate the information. We all need to examine our roots when doing any introspection--it explains so much!
      Blessings!

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