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Planning my Funeral

No, the title is not clickbait, and yes, it is true. Hear me out. I'm not suicidal. I'm not terminally ill, that I know of. But I do know that days are limited here on this precious planet we call home and I've become increasingly aware of that.

I got to thinking a few days ago about my own funeral. Funerals are typically sad situations, and for good reason, yes. But I don't want my funeral to be sad. I'm only nineteen and haven't written a will, and while I don't plan on it any time soon, this is my unofficial, official will. Although, a bit differently. You see, I don't want to tell you what I leave to everyone in my life, I want to tell you what I hope I've left behind. And I want to tell you how I want my celebration of life to be.

First of all, I hope my life had purpose. I don't care what, and not really how either, but I hope I left a legacy. I hope everyone who knew me knew that all I ever wanted was to make them laugh, or smile. I hope that I showed others God through me, in any way, shape, or form. I hope people knew the things I stood for: love, happiness, comedy, belonging, friendship, passion. I hope if you were in my life you knew that I loved you, so much. I don't mean for this to get morbid, or sad, I really don't. I want this to be a lesson to myself, and to those reading that we are shaping the legacy we live behind, right in this very moment. What do you want to be known for?

On a bit of a lighter note (kinda)- my funeral. I don't want it at a funeral home. I don't want to be mourned over for an entire day. I want happy tears, not sad. I don't want talk of "she was" and "we'll miss". No black clothing or those weird hats that cover your eyes with a black net. I want music, I want laughter, I want dancing. I want my celebration to be exactly that- a celebration. I want to look down from wherever I end up and know that I did all I could while I was on this earth to shape every person in that room. And I CANNOT forget about the food. It will be a plentiful spread, I'm sure of it. Pizza, wings (my assorted pyramid of chicken wings for those who know about that), cheesecake, pasta, burgers, even have Chipotle cater for goodness sake! Oh and as for entertainment, Tori Kelly OBVIOUSLY must be in attendance. My good friend, Alie Campbell will be singing, as well. I want a roast, but a happy roast. One where everyone goes around and shares their favorite memory with me, or something HILARIOUS I once said. Your favorite blog post of mine, perhaps, I don't know I'm just spitballing. The point is, you see, I used to fear death. But I don't think it's death I'm afraid of, but rather what happens after I'm gone. I am trusting you to make that funeral party the most LIT celebration of life you've ever experienced.

I guess in conclusion I just want you to consider what kind of legacy you'd be leaving if you left this earth right now? If you don't like it, change it. It's so cliche, but no day is ever promised, and we have to, NEED to live like that.

P.S. I'd like to be buried in my Dixie Grandma sweatshirt and polar bear pajama bottoms.


  1. Interesting that the subject matter has crossed my mind. I share your desires and reading this inspires me to be more conscious of celebraing each day, and living for the glory of God oh.


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