The unexpected thing that happens when you begin to pay attention to obituaries is that you create the opportunity to find inspiration from others who you would have never known, or even know of…
This statement about Julie’s fight with cancer and the inextinguishable flame of hope is powerful, moving, and a great example of what I’m talking about.
“Cancer crushes hope, leaving a wasteland of grief, depression, despair and a sense of unending futility,” she wrote in 2014, adding: “Hope is a funny thing, though. It seems to have a life and will of its own that I cannot control through the sheer force of my mind. It is irrepressible, its very existence inextricably tied to our very spirit, its flame, no matter how weak, not extinguishable.”
I have clipped one of these obituary examples below. I encourage you to go read the story on the Frazer Web Site. They are all good. Some of the will make you cry.
It’s an interesting thing to be suddenly working in the business of death. Or is it softer and easier if I say something like, ‘the business of funerals?’ It’s still death. Final. Like a firecracker all used up. Over. Nothing more to say. Only the potential for your legacy to live one in others spirits. When you think about it that way, the business of death really becomes more about life. Celebration. Taking action and living in each and every moment as they are granted to you. One by one, until they’re gone…
“I was given the gift of life, and now I have to give it back. This is hard. But I was a lucky woman, who led a lucky existence, and for this I am grateful. I first got sick in January 2010. When the cancer recurred last year and was terminal, I decided to be joyful about having had a full life, rather than sad about having to die. Amazingly, this outlook worked for me. (Well, you know, most of the time.) Meditation and the study of Buddhist philosophy also helped me accept what I could not change. At any rate, I am at peace. And on that upbeat note, I take my mortal leave of this rollicking, revolving world-this sun, that moon, that walk around Green Lake, that stroll through the Pike Place Market, the memory of a child’s hand in mine.”
Working in the predigital era, when music was sold primarily on vinyl and artists were often trying to make a personal statement with their albums, Mr. Burden created cover after cover that seared their way into the minds of fans.