75 years old is my cut-off. Take it or leave it. I just don’t want God to forget all about me and let me live till the turn of the next century. I have discussed this with my sisters what I want to wear in the casket. It will be my red dress that Mother made for me when I was in my twenties and still fits me. The dress has been used by my sisters and nieces, and I keep on telling them to take good care of it because I need it for my burial gown. On the checklist is the reading at the mass, what songs to play (happy songs, please), no black dress in the funeral, cremation and of course, the Last Will and Testament. There, I am ready, any time, take me home. As for the Requiem, vengeance is mine. I want to surprise them with an envelope to be read in the church should the priest allow it. And at the end, one slide show, a pre-recorded of my last statement and a projection of my beautiful smile. The reading would be about Beatitudes, the teaching of Jesus Christ that in my opinion replaces the Ten Commandments of Moses. Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are they that mourn; for they shall be comforted
Blessed are the meek; for they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness; for they shall be filled.
Blessed are the merciful; for they shall obtain mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart; for they shall see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers; for they shall be called the children of God.
And in my pre-recorded voice: Lunch on me, let’s party and dance. And a smile. Let’s move to the church hall.
This is in response to Daily Prompt: Write your own Eulogy. Come and join us, it’s fun.
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