From a friend’s obituary: “She made teaching of Romeo and Juliet, To Kill a Mockingbird, Maya Angelou and even grammar, fun and interesting. Her classes were highly sought after by students, knowing that her wit and humor would make English their favorite class of the day. Years ago, her students complained about having to memorize Robert Frost’s “Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening”. She had her then 3-year-old son… memorize the poem, and recite it in her classroom to her stunned students. They stopped complaining.”
Speaking of obituaries…
<digression> I am thinking of writing my obituary. Have any of you done that? I am not ill nor suffering from a progressive and fatal disease*, it’s just something that occurred to me.</digression>
* Actually, we all are suffering from such a disease: it is call life.
That obituary was EPIC! (I fear mine will just say “Well, she tried…”)
I was hanging out at Lakewood Cemetery in Minneapolis, as one does, when I came across one of those BIG markers. On it was inscribed, “We did our best”. I mean, really – what more can you ask?
Yes, I have been writing my obituary for a year or so now. I think I’ll go with, “But enough about me. How are you?”
(I am unable to get more than three lines into that obituary because really? You talk about your dead mother like that? Won’t go there. I AM from Minnesota, you know.)
Not my obituary, but I tweak my will a lot.
I’m sorry for the loss of your friend. It sounds like she was the kind of teacher I would have liked to have.
I agree with that one pic, though. Librarians are awesome.