The Obituary

 

I frequently make a joke about not reading the obituaries. I tell my friends that I am afraid that one day I will look at them and see my own name there. I will be in a deep quandary wondering if I am here or there.

 

In quiet moments, having made this comment, I find myself wondering what I might read there?

 

Many years ago, this actually happened to a person. He saw his death wrongly in the local paper. He read further to ascertain what they had written of him. The obituary notice began, Dynamite King Dies.”  He had been the inventor of dynamite in the western world. He asked himself if this was how he wanted to be remembered? The answer that came to him loud and clear was that this was not how he wanted to be remembered.

 

From that very day onward, he began working wherever possible to make peace. His name was Alfred Nobel. He is remembered today by the great prize he set up, “The Nobel Peace Prize.’ 

                  
Just as Alfred Nobel got in touch with his feelings and redefined his values, it can do no harm to do likewise.

 

To step back and ask, “What will be my legacy?”.
How would you like to be remembered?
Will you be remembered with love and respect?
Will you be missed?

 

I hope I just may. If it has to be so I need to work at it now before it is too late.


 

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