Just a quick addition to reflect on the assignment for February — to read an obituary each day, probably as a reinforcement to the Scroll V that we are to read three times daily this month. A Scroll that starts out: “I will live this day as if it is my last.”
Since this is the month that I celebrate 75 years of enjoying life, that was not the most encouraging, uplifting thought to begin each day, especially since I am facing the task of putting down my two faithful old dogs that are getting to their last days. Add to that, at the start of the month, a room mate (a year older than I) was battling a terrible cough, but would not go to a doctor or allow me to call for her family’s help, and kept talking about her last day. (She seems better now.)
I just wasn’t in the mood to focus on Scroll V. So after 2 days of depression, I decided to switch back to Scroll II, which I really struggled with at first, but which has helped me so much that I will focus there again, and visit Scroll V occasionally for my noon read. I do understand the value of making each day count. But if I knew this were my last day, I sure wouldn’t be making sales calls!
However, I have been faithful in reading the obituaries, and thought today’s was worth sharing. Joseph “Rock” McClellan was the boy’s coach at our high school — a hero and role model for the guys, and a heartthrob for all of us teeny-bopper girls. He lived a fruitful and fulfilling life, loved his large family and all the great outdoors. But what struck me was his choice of this poem for his final sendoff:
“I dreamed death came the other night; Heaven’s gates swing wide. With kindly grace an angel stood and ushered me inside. But there to my astonishment, stood folks I’d known before: Some I’d judged and labeled Unfit for heaven’s door. Indignant words rose to my lips, But never were set free — For every face showed stunned surprise — No one expected me!
What will you choose for people to read in the days after your final day?