Who will Draft My Obituary???

Dear Readers,

Today, I found myself diving into a treasure trove of memories stored on my portable drive. The photographs held stories of days long gone, moments with my family that felt like yesterday but belonged to a different lifetime. Some memories were bright, warm, and comforting, reminding me of what once was. But life has a way of being both kind and cruel, doesn’t it?

As I scrolled through, I came across one particular image that stopped me in my tracks. It wasn’t a family photo or a joyous occasion. It was a picture of my father his obituary, to be precise. The words I had written for him stared back at me, words I never thought I’d have to compose.

That moment sent a chill down my spine. A question rose unbidden in my mind:

“Who will write my obituary?”

I laughed it off at first, telling myself it was a ridiculous thought. But the idea stayed with me, growing heavier by the minute. The truth is, we don’t think about these things. We live as if time is endless as if death is something that happens to other people. But the clock is ticking for all of us, isn’t it?

Then came a darker thought: What if no one writes it? What if, when my time comes, there’s no one left to remember me, no one to tell my story? I have no family anymore? What if I simply vanish, leaving behind nothing but silence? what if I just die on my sofa?

So, I decided to do something unconventional. I would write my own obituary. It might sound strange, even macabre, but it felt like the right thing to do. Who knows me better than I do? Who else could put into words the essence of my life, my joys, my struggles, and my truth?

When I wrote my father’s obituary, I struggled to find the right words. How do you sum up a life in a few sentences? How do you capture the spirit of someone you loved deeply but lost too soon? That process left a mark on me. It made me realize how fleeting our existence is, and how easily our stories can be forgotten.

Definitely, I will be forgotten as I have become now…Hehe

Now, as I sit down to draft my own, I can’t help but feel a mix of emotions. There’s a strange comfort in taking control of this narrative, but also a haunting sadness. What will people remember about me? Will they remember the kindness I tried to show, the love I gave, the mistakes I made? Or will I just become another name, another face blurred by time?

I’ve made my decisions. My obituary will be simple, just a few lines. First no condolences or visits, then just a cremation, a small Eucharistic celebration, with no burial only cremation. The one unchanging detail? It will say: I died peacefully. No condolences, please.

Or Best No Obituary At ALL? Anyhow No one Cares…

But here’s the eerie part: as I wrote those words, I couldn’t shake the feeling that death was watching. Not as a villain, but as an inevitable companion, standing silently at the edge of my life. Writing my obituary felt like an invitation, a quiet acknowledgment that my time here is borrowed.

This process hasn’t just been practical it’s been strangely liberating. It made me reflect on what truly matters: the love I shared, the moments I cherished, and the legacy, however small, I leave behind. It made me realize that in a world that moves on so quickly, the memories we create are all we truly have.

And yet, there’s a bittersweet truth: not everyone will mourn. Some won’t care. That’s the world we live in. Grief has become a fleeting emotion, replaced by the mundane rush of life. But that’s okay. I’ll leave behind my own words, my own truth, for anyone who cares to read them.

So, yes, I’ve finished writing my obituary. And as strange as it sounds, I feel ready. Ready not in the sense of giving up, but in embracing the unknown. Death is a mystery, one that none of us can escape.

If you’re reading this, maybe you’ll think about doing the same. Write your own story. Take charge of your legacy. And when the time comes, face it not with fear, but with a quiet, knowing smile.

Thank you for being part of this journey, no matter how brief.

May God bless you and guide us all through the mysteries that lie ahead.

— Jacob M