By medical design, I recently spent a few hours in Dallas unconscious.
The experience made me wonder if my obliviousness might be a preview of the final curtain. Of course, many believe in an afterlife, although the reviews are still out.
In the foggy days after, I read the Dallas Morning News religiously, becoming intrigued with obituaries. I wondered if we would agree with what others considered significant enough to say about us.
The family of a beautiful 36-year-old woman, who died of cancer, wrote that she “overcame her fears to live the life she wanted.”
A 67-year-old powerbroker, who helped build “Uptown” Dallas, “landed the spot as first-string varsity quarterback” as a high school freshman in Wisconsin.
A 90-year-old woman was remembered for her “bravado at landing your first job as a secretary in Laredo based on confidence rather than experience.” The obit began, “We miss you Clare (without ‘air’).” Born on Leap Day (Feb. 29, 1920), she had “fewer birthdays than the rest of us.”
One woman, “lovely as ever at 77,” was “at home rejoicing with her Savior and making heavenly creampuffs for the loved ones she awaits.”
Next week: More obit snippets.