I think people would say I made them laugh. Or I made myself laugh in front of them. Often.
I didn't follow the rest of the world. My mother said this was "following the beat of my own drummer". This translated into a harder world for me but one that felt true.
I was a good mother. Much to everyone's surprise this was true.
I was a decent daughter who could have done better.
I wasn't good at domestic things but I was a adept at finding fun.
I felt most at peace on a beach, specifically Ocean City, NJ. But really any beach will do.
Growing up with a deceased parent affected me. I wanted to live long enough to make sure my kids remembered me. Each year that passes is more time they'll remember. Now I want more. I want to see them grow up and see what they'll choose to do with their lives. That will be exciting.
I realize that most people don't think this way. My funeral has been planned since I was 9 years old. I've often wondered if that was because my mind is warped or because of how I grew up. I was thrilled when my mother showed me the old movie "Meet Me in St. Louis." It starts with a little kid burying her dolls and having funerals for them. I knew I wasn't alone (though I must admit I've never done that.)
So what kind of history will you leave?