Eulogy

I thought it befitting my personality to begin from the end. I've used this concept a few times, first as a school presentation. This is in part a description of who I am, and who I want to be remembered as.

We all have a legacy. Some great. Some simple. Some of us are remembered by many. Others, just a few. Still we all affect the others around us in a butterfly effect. I hope by the time my eulogy is read, my effect has been meaningful and helpful.

Picture this. A cross between science fiction and ridiculous. A man, bursting into the sanctuary, sweat dripping from his brow. Disrupting sobs and the speaker, the man hurried down the aisle. Gasps of astonishment, possibly at his audacity, fill the room with a stream of continuity like "the wave" at sporting events or dominoes tipping over one after the next.

"What's he doing here?" some say. Others, "I thought he was dead."

Picking up the pace, the man trips, slamming into a pew with an echoing "thud!" Standing, he realizes that the entire audience has now turned to him. He adjusts his suit and strides embarrassed, but confident, to the casket. Turning now, facing the crowd, he manages a harried smile before stepping into the casket for eternity.

Late to my own funeral is the last thing they'll see. If first impressions are lasting, what will my last impression be then? No one will know or understand why I was always hurrying along, yet always late. Why I worked so hard, but seemed so lazy in to some.


Keep checking back. Unlike most eulogies, this one...will be continued...