10.25.2008 | By: Alisa Callos

The Obituary

Today’s prompt for Sunday Scribblings (#134) is bragging. It is my first posting as a Scribbler and thus somewhat intimidating. I guess maybe this is why I wanted to try, because while I may not be good at bragging, I can always imagine ‘what if...’

The obituary in the paper could never begin to capture her life…the subtle nuance that enfolded the sum total of her days. Her philosophical mind that always inquired into the ‘why’ or ‘how’. The vivid laughter that rang out at the absurd or whimsical. The words in her mind, always seeking to be written in an order that would explain the world and paint a vivid picture. Or the thrill and tingle that would go down her arms when those words ordered themselves into a masterpiece and made her fingers tremble and her heart shake. It could not capture her love of the forest and mountains or show how her heart ached when she was away from them. It could not show the joy her children brought her or tell of her belief that a child’s laughter could cure all the worlds’ ill’s if it would but stop and listen.

The obituary was dry and boring…when she was born and when she died. It did not show her love for sunny yellow daffodils or the giddy delight she felt when the first winter snow fell. It didn’t show her love of all things artistic or her secret wish that she could paint beauty. Nor did it show her talent for cooking. Her fondness for all foods foreign…Thai, Greek, Mexican, or Japanese…she could find a recipe and make it shine. It didn’t show the pleasure she felt after a run well skied or her terror of going too fast. It didn’t show her love of history or how much she loved a good cup of coffee while talking with friends.

The obituary showed nothing of her caring. Caring that had started in childhood with the first stray kitten brought home from Bible school. Caring that made her a loving daughter, mother, nurse, and wife. It showed nothing of her faith, or politics, or hope, or knowledge. Nothing of her belief in humanity’s goodness. Or her belief that someday the world would be a better place. No. None of these could be captured by the words in the paper. Instead, her life is captured in the mind of every child hugged, every cut that was bandaged, every meal cooked, every friend laughed with. It is written in every story she told, every person she loved. It is my story.

8 comments:

Autrice DelDrago said...

Unique perspective, and so true. There is more to us than just words on a paper. "I was more than that - my character, nature and life was rich and full."

Linda Jacobs said...

Now, that is an obituary! I got such a vivid picture of her! That's how I want my obit to read!

Rob Kistner said...

A portrait of a life painted in words...

fine post... ;)

...rob

keithsramblings said...

A truly lovely obituary of a wonderful person. Perhaps I'll write my own.

anno said...

Oh, I would enjoy sharing a cup of coffee with this person! Beautiful, and imaginative!, response to this prompt.

Quin Browne said...

the last line says it all... well done.

Medhini said...

'The obituary' post really made me spend some time on the subject... The account one whole life cannot be filled by a few lines... Interesting post!

Gamol Gabere said...

Feel free to brag about this piece of work. Aa wonderful story from a difficult prompt.

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