Dear Kitty,

Dear Kitty,

There has been a lot of talk lately about a will for your online self. Something that upon your death implements a closing of your social media accounts, a last tweet and final blog post. A big internet finale on your closed curtains.

Normally this would weird me out, but I see its usefulness now. FaceBook still tells me to suggest friends to Dan since he hasn’t been active in a while. I see the point.

Then I have to think about what my final words would be to all of you and I get beyond weirded out. Also, because I am a blogger there is that concern that the final post would have the biggest stats of anything I have ever written and I won’t get to toast myself on my success. If you don’t blog, you probably won’t get that. If you do blog, you are nodding your head in agreement.

Then I start wondering if I have finally found my niche.

Blogging From Beyond The Grave.

The Blogging Dead.

Night Of The Blogging Dead.

Will Blog For Brains.

I could have a whole string of posts that self-publish after I die. Brings new meaning to being a “ghost writer.”

OK so that got a little morbid, but seriously what would be the last thing I would want to say to you, to my children or to anyone.

First: I guess I would thank you for reading. I would be holding my harp and halo like a Grammy, thanking the audience and giving my glory to God.

Second, to my children: All of you have made this life worth living. No matter how you came into my life, you brightened it. I want you to always color and dream outside the lines. Don’t let anyone define you, classify you or hold you back. We lived through some dark times together, but we also learned how to look for the light. Sometimes, although you didn’t know it, you were the only light I saw. You were my reason to grow stronger and try harder. When I saw the way you persevered and overcame tragedy that was thrust upon you, it gave me hope. When it seemed as though I was pushing you too hard, it’s only because you had already proved that nothing could keep you down. I didn’t always do what was right and sometimes I admit, I was selfish. I know the moments I failed you and I am sorry that you were hurt. Those moments, I was human and although it is no excuse, you will find yourself in more “human” moments than you will ever want to admit to as you grow. I hope that you uncover what I have, being human is beautiful. Making messes lead to messages. Having tests create testimonies. Keep getting up when life knocks you down because it is worth it every step of the way.

Finally, to anyone: Life is worth every breath even when it seems hard to breathe. Laughter is paramount to survival. Your story is your own and worth the effort of every chapter. Listening is more important than talking. Give more of yourself to someone else than you keep for yourself.

…forget this…I don’t want this to be my final words, I want it to be my daily words while I am living…

You know, writing all that made me cry a little. Not because it was hard to write, but because I worry that none of you knew any of that. I don’t want to leave a final message, I want to spread that message while I am still here. In the case, I die (which is pretty much inevitable at some point – cause, being human has that conclusion) I want this to be common knowledge of what I felt. I don’t want there to be a question of what I would have wanted or what I needed to say that never got said.

After Dan died, there were so many questions I had, so many things that had been left unsaid. So many people left wondering.

I don’t want to leave like that.

So this online will thing, it won’t happen on any of my sites. You won’t receive a zombie message from the grave giving my final wisdom or thoughts. Hopefully it will just be shut down because you already know what I wanted you to know about my life.

It was worth every minute.

…and frankly…I still wonder if there is a niche for zombie blogging.



Categories: August Diary Entry

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4 replies

  1. I bet zombie blogging would go big. Everyone seems to love a good zombie story these days.

    To the seriousness of your post, I just want to give a big AMEN! To say all those things now, in life, is the way to live and love those around us. Not to put it off until some later day, or hope that people know the unsaid things in our hearts. I need to do more of this in my life.

  2. Well, shit. That was awesome. I hear you loud and clear and maybe this is what they mean by living will? I’ll live mine if you live yours. I would hate to keep any of this a secret until I’m gone.

  3. It may sound a little morbid, but I have already started leaving little messages for my children to find when they have to go thru all our stuff when we are gone. Some of them are funny, some from the heart, but I want them to have an unexpected word from me after my big exit scene.
    Also, I am writing letters to my granddaughters for them to have later. One of my most cherished possessions is a love letter my daddy wrote to me when I was sixteen. When each of my children turned sixteen, I wrote them a letter and included a copy of what he had written to me. The crossing the generations thing really appealed to me that his hopes and dreams for me were so much the same of what I dreamed for my babies.
    I’m sentimential like that….and frankly…..I’m glad to have the last word! 🙂

  4. You made me laugh and then you got even more amazing. {{{hugs}}}

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