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  1. #1
    Join Date
    Oct 2002

    This was written by someone dying of cancer.

    This says a lot to each of us if you read it .. Very touching indeed.

    This is a copy of a post strictly in Kenna/FYL words

    All I want to say. Most people want good things to be said about them. I'd prefer the truth. I was basically a fine gal, and I had some nasty traits at the same time. Anyone who's reading this knows exactly what I mean. They can see the same things in themselves if they didn't know me well enough to know my faults.

    You who know what I bitch I could be and loved me anyway, you guys are really special to me.

    I'll be cremated. I don't care where you scatter the ashes. Use them for kitty litter or even flush them if you want. Just don't bury them someplace or keep them in a container and pretend I'm there. I'm not there. I'm here, inside the person who's reading this and inside anyone who has ever told me I helped make their lives better. Don't put a headstone anywhere and then go there sometimes and plant flowers, as if you're visiting me. I hate flowers. You don't have to go anywhere to visit me. I'll no longer be bound by time and space; all you have to do to visit me is think of me.

    PLEASE, NO CRYING!! It's only death, after all. It isn't as if nobody ever died, or as if death is something a person either deserves or doesn't deserve. Nobody's to blame for death. God didn't take me. He tried a few times before but I didn't play along. They didn't need another angel in Heaven, I'm far too nasty for that. It isn't a punishment for anybody's sin, none of that nonsense. It's just death. It "ain't no big deal", the song says. Looking at nature, we can plainly see the end of one thing is always the beginning of something else.

    If I had it to do over, I'd do everything sooner and more often. Life is short; eat good food, listen to good music, read good books, do a good job, enjoy the company of friends, forgive, forgive, forgive... and every chance you get, touch someone somehow.

    Examine your rules, and if they don't work for you, get rid of them. No sad music at my funeral, and no grieving oratory. If you're going to remember my funeral, I want you to smile while you do it. Play the music I loved, and turn it up. I'm watching.

    If I've ever touched your life in a positive way, it's your turn now. Pass it on. Touch someone else's life, help them grow and change in positive ways. If you try to take credit for it, it doesn't count, so keep your ego out of the way.

    Hurting yourself is stupid. Stop it. Smoking, drinking, using drugs, eating lousy food, staying angry or stressed, remembering past hurts, working a job you hate, and hanging out with people who treat you poorly are all self-abuse. Do something else. Do anything else. Best of all, remember my direction: you are you're own king/queen, you can do anything.

    And last, but not least........


    I am prepared to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter. "
    God bless you all

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  2. #2
    Good on her. Thumbs up to this Gal.

  3. #3
    Join Date
    Nov 2002
    It sounds almost exactly like this eulogy...with some modifications including gender. It was written as a writing exercise not by someone actually at death's door.

  4. #4
    I think it's a good farewell speech of the person going to the other better world.

  5. #5
    Join Date
    Sep 2004
    Let's just hope she does meet the maker. Other than that - I work at MD Anderson Cancer Center in Houston Texas and ofter see some amazingly strong individuals. This letter sort of reminded me of them.

    The strongest? Well - those are the kids up playing on the ps2 or xboxs or attending an in hospital school for those that cant leave. Children - which for some - will only be children.

    Many will ask - how does a loving God do such things? It is hard to answer but I can only say that God does not wish this upon anyone. We are born into a world of suffering brought on by the sin of man. God does wish for anyone to meet death on these terms.

    Example - if a man is walking down the street and piano lands on him was it God calling him home? No - that man was caught up in the suffering brought on by the sin of the individual that pushed that piano out the window.

    Yikes - I am sorry guys - getting on a strange tangent here. I'll stop.

  6. #6
    I don't care if it's a writing exercise, the idea is great! I wish I could feel anything like this at the end of this life of mine! CARPE DIEM!

  7. #7
    Join Date
    Nov 2002
    Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a
    pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up,
    totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming: "WOW--What a Ride!"

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