John Singleton died yesterday at the age of 51. I’ll be 51 in 5 months. So, it got me thinking about my personal eulogy.
Merriam-Webster defines a eulogy as two things:
- a commendatory oration or writing especially in honor of one deceased
- high praise
When someone dies we take time to think about their lives, we’ll go out of our way to attend their funeral and we send flowers as a show of love. We’ll always celebrate someone when they’re gone. Reflecting on their lives, their contributions to society and how they’ve personally touched our lives.
Sometimes, we forget to give them accolades while they live, only to regret it once they’ve passed.
We spent time in “high praise” of special people in our lives while they lived.
We wrote a personal eulogy as a blueprint for living.
Celebrating life milestones was more of a priority than getting to a funeral.
I’ve heard beautiful and very personal eulogy deliveries in my time, but it always gives me pause. Did we give this high praise the person while they were alive and had the chance to enjoy it?
What if we loved ourselves more?
Did we send them flowers while they were around to smell them?
So I’ve decided two things:
- I’m writing my own personal eulogy. What I’d like for those left behind to say about me when I’m gone. Giving me a blueprint for how I want to live and what I want to contribute;
- I’m sending flowers (acts of kindness) at random to people in my life to say “I see you, I love you, I’m thinking of you” because I want them to know now…
While they can still smell the flowers.