My
college classmates have a project, to draft our own obituaries and
share them with each other now, online, while we are still here.
The
obits of others that I read seem of a piece, reflecting lives with a
consistency and focus. And maybe after I'm dead, my life will also
look that way.
But now, from my perspective, the lead keeps changing.
If I had been writing ten years ago, my emphasis would have been my global advocacy. If I were to write tomorrow, I would start with my
involvement in solutions to our local shelter crisis. And if I'd
written six months ago, I would have underscored how I'd reflected
and chosen localism as my best resistance and had decided to
participate actively in (almost only) city politics and projects.
So
I'm stuck.
I've written the middle years part. I've not yet added family. I'm
wanting an organizing thread. Mark me incomplete.
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