Lovely Obituaries Come From Well-Lived Lives

One of the hardest things that I ever had to do was write my Mother’s obituary.

Trust me, it wasn’t for lack of content.

No, it had more to do with the emotional turmoil that accompanied the act of writing parting words for my first love.

So, content was not the issue.

The fact is, Mama lived a wonderful life so there was plenty of verifiable substance to cover.

Knowing this, I proceeded to write about her longstanding role as “Universal Mother.”

Mama took care of everybody!

To her it didn’t matter if you were 9 or 59+, she made sure you had what you needed.

But, if you acted like a fool, she would cut you to the quick.

Mama didn’t play!

Excuse my digression. 😊

In my writings about Mama, I couldn’t help mentioning that she was hilarious!

I am a witness to the fact that serious people can actually be quite funny!

Most times unknowingly.

Mama was notorious for being a bit devilish- which is actually a term of endearment in the South.

For the uninitiated, “devilish,” means “playful” in a practical joke-ish kinda way.

In addition to that, I felt it was important to stress that Mama was fiercely protective of those she loved; and of ANYONE, strangers included, who had been abused or needed help.

No doubt, Mama was a calm shelter for those who needed it most–and I wrote about that too.

Some time later, at Mama’s Celebration Of Life, someone commented, “What a lovely obituary.”

Well….

Honestly, it was a lovely obituary because she had lived a loving life.

It was, indeed, a life well-lived.

So, the next time you partake in woeful fantasies about how you wish to be remembered after you’ve died, consider evaluating what you’ve done before and what you are doing right now.

How have you treated others?

Were you compassionate when it mattered most?

Who have you helped?

It’s easy to be kind to family, friends and people who meet silly prerequisites.

How about being kind to people that you don’t know particularly well, or who fall outside of your comfort zone?

If you find yourself missing the mark as it pertains to these questions, then, in the words of one of my oldest and dearest friends, govern yourself accordingly.

Today, you can create your own life well-lived.

PASS IT ON!

LadyG loves YOU!

True Railroad Stories: A Familiar Smile

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A sequel to“The Coal Toss.”

Having been retired for some years, and having lost my beautiful wife, I decided to take a road trip to some of the towns I had been to while working on the railroad.

It was on one of these trips that it happened…

I had been driving along the back roads of Georgia for several hours when I decided to stop at the closest store to take a break.

While browsing the snack display, I noticed a young lady standing on the same aisle, not for away.

She appeared to be following me.

I was pretty sure that I didn’t know her, but I couldn’t help noticing her beautiful smile.

A few minutes had passed, and I was just about to look away, when she suddenly turned toward a shadowy figure standing further down the aisle and shouted, “Mama!”

At that point, the person slowly walked toward us.

As the individual approached, I could see that she was an elderly lady who had a trace of the same smile as the younger lady.

Without saying a word, the older lady, walked right up to me, grabbed my hand and began gently squeezing it.

The younger lady then reached up and gave me a tight hug.

Needless to say, I was totally confused, but I didn’t want to offend them so I just smiled.

At that point, they turned and disappeared back down the aisle.

Still trying to figure out what had happened, I went ahead and walked to the counter, paid for my snack, got in my car and drove off.

By the time I got a few miles down the road, it dawned on me where I had seen the young lady’s familiar smile.

She was the little toddler that would come to edge of the railroad track where I would toss bags of coal off the caboose for their family in the winter time.

That had been more than 20 years ago!

Before I knew it, I had slowed down to look for a place to turn around so that I could go back.

I had so many questions I wanted to ask.

But, for some reason, I can’t explain why, I kept going.

If it were you, would you have gone back?

-The Conductor