It might seem kind of morbid, but I often skim through the obituaries the Minneapolis paper. Since the typical age is in the 80’s or 90’s, it’s a reminder to me that most people live long and full lives. I like it when there are two pictures of the person––comparing them in their youth and in their old age. Everyone was young once. Some people only get their youth––the few babies and children are hard to witness.

The write-ups follow a predictable script. The great ones do not. I love this one:

“I would like to let you know that my work here is finished. I received an offer I could not refuse, for an appointment from which I will not be returning. It is an appointment which comes with a lovely bonus––a reunion with my beloved husband and dance partner, Bob; a reunion with all my siblings, my parents, and other relatives; with my friends, all of whom I have not seen in a very long time. I will be socializing with the angels, with my Savior, Jesus Christ, with our Lord, dancing, reading and, hopefully, eating ice cream to my heart’s content.

“I have had a wonderful life and wish to thank all who have helped to make it so. I would like to express a special thank you to my caregiver, S.B., for holding me close in the dark hours of the night. Please do not cry for me because I am gone; instead, be happy that I was here!”