One less.

Today I read an obituary (not when I was reading my boss’s emails) but nonetheless, reading the obituary, and it was about some lady who just passed. She sounded like she was awesome; graduated from college, had her master’s, did all this charity work, had 3 kids w/ families. I like her. I felt sad that she was dead and America was one less with a good person.

It made me think of my obituary, if I died tomorrow. I don’t think there is anything special about me:

-Graduated high school.
-Knocked up at 18.
-Had a beautiful 18month old who lit up life. Some will say he is the only good thing she with her life.
-Separated husband that hates her most of the time.
-Lived in a dungeon that was always below freezing.
-Had a job. But not a special job. Just an ordinary job.
-No charity work. In fact, quite selfish.
-Had good friends. Some of them screw her over unintentionally; but still good.
-Best friend was her sister (who in essence has the American dream).
-Had family but not a lot, most living out of state and the ones that were in state, weren’t worth a 30 minute phone call every week.
-BUT. Was on the track of being a good person. Just taking her time.

So. I guess I need to get on that to-do list & so that when I die, people will like me just by looking at my obituary.

RIP unknown friend.