As a uni assignment for my death paper, I had to write my own Obituary. Although it is rather morbid, I wanted to put it someplace as it isn't your average obituary.
Most people don't get the chance to read their own obituaries because it's hard to read when you're dead. But I get the chance to so clearly contemplate my own death. So, dear whoever still reads the newspaper, it pains me to admit it, but apparently, I have passed away.
No matter what anyone writes about me, it will never truly capture the most important parts of who I was and so my obituary will say whatever it says and that the thing; we don't get to write our own obituaries, we get to live life.
You'll be told that my name is (a/n: well you can just guess my name) and that I lived to the grand age of 200. That, in the year 2198 sometime in July I passed away from, for a lack of better words, deterioration of old age. You'll read a short summary of my life, that I attended the University of Otago, in New Zealand before moving to Germany to pursue my career in Archaeology, working for the Institute of Evolutionary Anthropology. These things will be in my obituary, but ironically, forgotten first. Because your resume fades with you, your job title, gone, the degrees you got, gone and the school's you went to, gone. It is the last time that your resume will ever be mentioned, but the things that we do for other people, that will be our legacy and so it will tell you that I was a loving daughter, wife, mother, and Oma; in that exact order.
However, I don't want what's written in my obituary to be who I am forever. At the end of it all, you don't need a small section at the bottom of some newspaper to remind you of who I was, and all of my accomplishment. Because that won't mean anything, that won't be my legacy.
Instead, I will leave it with you to decide. She was a...
I did get my inspiration from a Tedtalk 😊
