In The End, She Tried Her Best.
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So, recently I told my husband that I was going to write my eulogy.
This was met with an odd look as he waited for me to give more detail. Example below.
I had heard…..somewhere….about a person writing their eulogy at an early age, instead of someone else writing it in the end, so that it set the standards for what they wanted to aspire to be. I truly cannot remember where I heard it, whether it was a book or a podcast or maybe the voice inside of my head that likes to talk to me every once in a while. And this doesn’t have to be the one that is actually used when the time comes, it’s more a way to get your brain on track for your own personal life. It also boosts your confidence to see what you have accomplished up until now.
This also came about because of a funny thing that I saw online where it says something to the effect of: “When I die, don’t tell others that I would light up a room, that I never had any enemies, was always surrounded by friends.”
I have thought about this frequently even without the internet meme. Do remember that I watch a great deal of Dateline, and they always like to talk a person up.
I understand that you aren’t supposed to speak ill of the dead, I get that. But you don’t have to lie about me. I give you permission now, in my living years.
In the end, just state the truth.
That is all I ask. For that scenario anyway.
But I’m also going to write out what I hope is said when I pass. I in no way want to put words in people’s mouths, and I would love to just have a slew of funny and embarrassing stories shared about me as people mourn me and sob at my memory. But this is what I hope to live to be, for myself and for those around me.
Also, I assume that people will sob. Don’t feel like you have to. Putting a few fake ones out there won’t hurt though. I don’t think that’s asking too much.
Additionally, as a memo to those in my circle – not all of you are allowed to freely share funny and embarrassing stories at my funeral. We will touch base on this before the big event, but just know that you do not have free reign in that area. You know who you are.
So, with that, here is my eulogy:
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury…..
Just kidding. Wrong life event.
We are here today to celebrate the life and memory of Kristyn Meyer.
Many knew Kristyn throughout her life in the several different career paths that she ventured in. Can I get a what-what from the Social Work crowd?! Represent! How about the philanthropists???? Oh yeah! Where are those writers and bloggers??? I see you! And those international relations peeps?! Can’t leave you out!
Others just knew Kristyn through her life antics. Like the ones she met on Twitter when she decided to take over the marketing for her husbands technology company. Eat at JG Subs! All the parents she stalked when her daughter wanted to invite their kids over for playdates and parties. Hi Jason! The owner of the local play cafe who got far more than she bargained for when she sold her a membership. Hi Renee! The Superintendent of the school that received far too many emails from Kristyn that rarely said anything more than “grateful for all that you do!” and “you’re in my thoughts and prayers!”
In her defense, it was during Covid. She wanted to be supportive. Also, hope you’re doing well Keevin!
And of course, there is her family. Those who chose to be imprisoned by her (Jacob/Jake) and those who had no choice.
Now here’s the thing about Kristyn. If she could, she would tell you all right now that she never did anything perfect. She informed us all, quite frequently, that she was an imperfect person. One that was always striving to be her best.
And that is how she will be defined. That in the end, she tried. And she tried hard.
She tried to succeed in all that she set forth to do. At times, she did so quickly, and at other times it took far longer than she wanted it to. But she did succeed in all of them because she always learned from her experiences and always left a better person than what she was when she entered.
She tried to be a good mom. Never once did she want her children to feel unloved or to struggle. But at times they felt like that or she had to let them falter, in order to be a good mom. The goal she has always had for each and every one of her children was for them to be set up in the best way possible for their future. Not a future of her choosing, but of theirs. This included having the ability to show respect, take responsibility, exercise caution when needed, take pride in oneself and their work, dream big and love themselves.
Nothing she did was ever with ill intentions, but always with love at the forefront.
She tried to be a good wife. Her husband was her foundation and her safe space. Not only did she appreciate the emotional comfort that provided her, but the confidence he had in her made her feel as if she could accomplish anything. She tried at every opportunity to show him how thoughtful she deemed his actions and did her best to reciprocate the same to him.
She tried to be a good daughter, sister, aunt, cousin, niece, granddaughter. Family dynamics are always hard, but important. When her brain finally cleared up from the immaturity of her youth, she tried to put more importance on the ones who loved her most. She tried her best to keep up with everyone to show them the same love that she felt from them.
She tried to be a good friend. Life likes to throw curveballs and the relationships that are close at one time spread thin, and sometimes they come back together and other times they don’t. She always tried to remember those who were there for her in the different seasons of life that she encountered. The memories that she shared with everyone were treasured.
Most of all, in the end, KMoney$ (as she often liked to be called) just tried to be a good human.
For her, it didn’t matter the amount of success she had, because if she was a person that others found horrible to be around, none of the success even mattered. Above all else, she wanted others to know that she would try to be there for them in any way that was possible. She prided herself on the fact that she was a forever work in progress, always on a mission to learn more, be more, and enjoy life more.
In conclusion, let us remember our dear ginger in these ways, and carry forth the messages that she tried to instill in us all the way up to the end. Don’t think that she is haunting you, but do know that she is up there with her mother, and they are both watching over us all. And what they both want most of all is for all of us to be the best versions of ourselves. So let’s make that happen!
So, with that…..
What would YOUR eulogy look like? Are there goals you want to include in it? What do you want for yourself in the end? Try it out and share yours in the comments!
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