Why This Pursuit?

I wish my grandparents would step from a time portal, in their 1950’s apparel, and reveal to me all their advice, their experiences, the family conversations I missed.  My mother’s father and my father’s mother both passed away before my parents met.  My father’s father passed away within a year of my birth, and my mother’s mother succumbed to a stroke and dementia while I was in my teens.  Even if they had survived, lucidly, into my 30’s, I doubt I would have had the forethought to inquire about their lives and experiences.  They kept no journals, no diaries, no 8mm home movies, no audio recordings.  My opportunity to know the world through their aggregate lens has expired.

I Worry My Funeral Will Be Sad

Not “ha ha” sad, or sad as in people wailing uncontrollable, throwing themselves atop my casket with grief.  Rather, sad as in bland, hushed, and deprived of my input.  I foresee my wake being akin to a surprise birthday party, held in my honor, and everyone who attends is having a miserable time, and avoids speaking to me.

What is This Memoir Project?

This project is about cheating death.  More specifically, it is about cheating death of the opportunity to have the last word.  Upon our deaths, we lose our ability to communicate to those whom outlive us.  Our survivors must rely upon their memories; memories of what they heard us say, what they saw us do, or how we made them feel.  Unfortunately, memories fade, and if, as survivors, we do not document those moments, we can forget, and lose, those experiences.

This is a preemptive approach, geared towards preserving memories by documenting what we, as individuals, believe will become important to our survivors and descendants.

My objectives with this project include…

  • Honoring our friends and family members when they pass.
  • Honoring our friends and family members whom survive us when we pass.
  • Documenting our personal stories, our memoirs, and sharing them with our heirs.
  • Defining our legacy, identifying how we want to be remembered.
  • Rekindle the forgotten importance of ceremony as part of the human experience.

 

Why This Pursuit?

My mother’s father and my father’s mother both passed away before my parents met.  My father’s father passed away within a year of my birth, and my mother’s mother succumbed to a stroke and dementia while I was in my teens.  Even if they had survived, lucidly, into my 30’s, I doubt I would have had the forethought to inquire about their lives and experiences.  They kept no journals, no diaries, no 8 mm home movies, no audio recordings.  My opportunity to know the world through their aggregate lens has expired.

I Worry My Funeral Will Be Sad

Not sad as in people wailing uncontrollable, throwing themselves atop my casket with grief.  Rather, sad as in bland, hushed, and deprived of my input.  I  want it to be a posthumous means of thanking the people whom brought joy to my life.

Questions? Send me a message. Let’s design something that people will still be talking about at your 50th anniversary.

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