Two years ago, right before leaving for Sydney, I was given an assignment to write my own eulogy. As I’m reminiscing on my time spent in Australia, I found it too quirky not to share. Enjoy!
May 31, 2092
(Read by my husband with a sexy Australian accent.)
Shane, wow, what to say about Shane. She always told me she hoped to die before me so she’d never have to live a day alone. Much to my dismay, her wish came true. She never believed in happily ever afters, but we just celebrated our 50thwedding anniversary last week and I couldn’t be more in love.Shane and I met on her 22nd birthday. She had just landed in Sydney to start her first big girl job and was wandering around the airport aimlessly, in typical Shane fashion when something shiny caught her eye. Turns out it was just my smile she fell for. We married nine months later on the beaches of New Zealand at sunset. It was pure perfection.Shane enjoyed the simpler things in life: The morning dew on a fresh-bloomed flower. The bittersweet feeling of finishing a really good book. Laughing so hard her cheeks hurt. Sitting outside during a thunderstorm, the smell of rain to remind her of the beauty of nature. Watching snowflakes fall while cuddling by a toasty fire with cocoa. Turning the page of a calendar to a month full of things she was looking forward to.Shane became an adventure seeker and a bit of a wanderlust shortly after she met me. We visited all Seven Wonders of the World together, shared a kiss under the Eiffel Tower in the pouring rain, and went scuba diving with Great White Sharks in the coral reef. We took a Gondala ride through Venice on our honeymoon, traveled all the way back to the States to watch the ball drop in Time Square, and a week in the Amazon Rain Forest.She left me for many solo trips as well. Although I hated the time apart I encouraged the independence of her free-spirited soul. She spent six weeks helping to rebuild an orphanage for impoverished children in Kenya. Then went on an African safari the very next year. She quit her day job as a financial analyst for her true calling, to own her own vineyard in Western Australia. She became quite the wine connoisseur.Some quirks of Shane that I will miss dearly: She was unafraid to speak her mind, perhaps to a fault. She wasn’t known for being decisive. Even in the simplest of tasks such as choosing an ice cream flavor and choosing what to wear in the morning. She was easily amused, and readily confused. She questioned everything and would never settle for second best. She was glad life was a challenge and took full advantage of every opportunity.She started a daily yoga regimen and stuck to it through all of our years together. The way she could not eat salty without sweet (a frowned upon habit in Australia). She was fluent in sign language. Had an unhealthy obsession with the sunshine. She was a terrible cook, but it was cute when she tried. She would never let a single sole go homeless, hungry, or broke. Every year since her 18th birthday, she made 500 Blessings Bags to distribute to the homeless in the inner city. She always went above and beyond the call of duty. But she always wished she had more to offer the world.Okay now I’m rambling, but I’m just trying my hardest to avoid the cause of death itself. It’s a tad unconventional. Give it to Shane to die in the oddest of ways. She was out venturing the Outback by herself when Kangaroo Jack kicked her straight in the noggin. I told her she couldn’t hug and wrassle those guys!I’m just thankful for the 100 long years she was on this Earth. Shane was the farthest thing from perfection, but her flaws were what made her beautiful. I couldn’t have loved her more.
How will you be remembered?