my obituary
just so’s we’re clear here, this post isn’t nearly as morbid as its title suggests. fair warning, this is *not* my obituary — as such — it is just titled that because it’s more or less relevant to the subject. nothing more. :)
so, i was browsing them-thar internets when i stumbled open a blog, by dualori that [a] i thought was kinda awesome and [b] reminded me of an “obituary” of sorts that was written for me years and years ago. don’t you fret, i didn’t write it myself. no worries there. but, if memory serves, it was submitted — and published — in the now defunct “poetry corner” that was found on the back cover of our local [salt lake] city weekly. they accepted unsolicited submissions and tried to choose those that, to their taste, seemed the least bad from the local “writing” population. very nice of them wouldn’t you say?
anyway, back this fake obit of mine. or, back to the subject at least. i’ve now admitted to having one. never mind the embarrassment of this admission, and i assure you there is plenty of it! is this strange or is it more common than i believe? for the record, i don’t aspire to strangeness. i’m not interested in having that particular feather in my cap. i do, however, want to know if there is strangeness stuck to me like velcro. so tell me true, but be sure that the “true” answer is that this is a very common thing and that you all have a future — or fake — obituary about yourselves tucked away somewhere private and discreet. can you do that please? pretty please? lie to me.
i wonder if i could track mine down? i’d like to. i think i’ll try. if i do track it down, don’t think i’m not gonna update this blog post with a word-for-word reproduction, with my most sincere apologies to the city weekly and to the original author for not asking beforehand! :)
UPDATE: i wasn’t able to track down my copy of the obit, but i was able to get the author to get it to me, from her memory. remind me to not hate those that have much better memories than i do! i would never, in a gazillion years, be able to quote something — anything — let alone something that i, myself, wrote. props to her! Oh, and she gave me kind permission to reproduce. i remember it being slightly longer, but that’s probably just my terrible memory in action. here it is:
———-
Could I but re-write time and space
and linger
in happy limbo with the newly dead
old friend, it would be done.
No longer to wonder.
How and Why.
You leave me earthbound
Just forever, just for now.
