1. matthewnewton:

Writer/blogger Derek K. Miller writes his own obituary. It’s a beautifully written piece, and of course, devastating to read:

And many things will now happen without me. As I wrote this, I hardly  knew what most of them could even be. What will the world be like as  soon as 2021, or as late as 2060, when I would have been 91, the age my  Oma reached? What new will we know? How will countries and people have  changed? How will we communicate and move around? Whom will we admire,  or despise?
What will my wife Air be doing? My daughters Marina and Lolo? What  will they have studied, how will they spend their time and earn a  living? Will my kids have children of their own? Grandchildren? Will  there be parts of their lives I’d find hard to comprehend right now?

(Source: Derek K. Miller | Penmachine)

And this:
"I haven’t gone to a better place, or a worse one. I haven’t gone  anyplace, because Derek doesn’t exist anymore. As soon as my body stopped functioning, and the neurons in my  brain ceased firing, I made a remarkable transformation: from a living  organism to a corpse, like a flower or a mouse that didn’t make it  through a particularly frosty night. The evidence is clear that once I  died, it was over.”
Please read, and see if you can co-sign my near-obsession with first-person obituaries. Owning your own narrative. Peace to dream hampton and neens for getting this.

    matthewnewton:

    Writer/blogger Derek K. Miller writes his own obituary. It’s a beautifully written piece, and of course, devastating to read:

    And many things will now happen without me. As I wrote this, I hardly knew what most of them could even be. What will the world be like as soon as 2021, or as late as 2060, when I would have been 91, the age my Oma reached? What new will we know? How will countries and people have changed? How will we communicate and move around? Whom will we admire, or despise?

    What will my wife Air be doing? My daughters Marina and Lolo? What will they have studied, how will they spend their time and earn a living? Will my kids have children of their own? Grandchildren? Will there be parts of their lives I’d find hard to comprehend right now?

    (Source: Derek K. Miller | Penmachine)

    And this:

    "I haven’t gone to a better place, or a worse one. I haven’t gone anyplace, because Derek doesn’t exist anymore. As soon as my body stopped functioning, and the neurons in my brain ceased firing, I made a remarkable transformation: from a living organism to a corpse, like a flower or a mouse that didn’t make it through a particularly frosty night. The evidence is clear that once I died, it was over.”

    Please read, and see if you can co-sign my near-obsession with first-person obituaries. Owning your own narrative. Peace to dream hampton and neens for getting this.