Dying to be Funny

My obituary would read as follows: she always looked for ridiculous ways to make a humorous point and subtlety was not an art form she knew. One of her exes broke up with her at a Flames restaurant. As they left she saw the welcome mat and said oh just like our relationship. She mused about sending an inflatable coffin to a different ex with a note saying “dead like us.” When walking across a cemetery with someone she was fighting with, she asked him if the relationship was dying and if this would make for a suitable burial place. Actually, she didn’t ask him but she thought about the bad joke and realized it was too peaceful of a day together to say that. Even though they had been fighting quite religiously a day or two ago.

She has been called deeply honest and values this attribute which leads to some humorous moments in time with others or in writing. There was a volunteer assignment she said yes to and no one called her. When she got the call it was a month later, and she was baffled. The second call, which she answered, resulted in the frustrated humor of her saying oh the issue isn’t no one can read a date. It’s my fault I didn’t drive down there and rip the page out of the book. Both were left in stitches and she was honest about her thoughts and feelings with candid comedy.

Her friends and family would mostly say she was brave, bold, and daring. Maybe even a tad bit stupidly optimistic. During an agreeable mood, she told her boyfriend of a character who wore rose colored glasses. They literally saw the best in everything. Whereas the other character saw the dessert and all the problems in the world which made him chuckle. It seemed like an accurate depiction of how blindly hopeful she could be.

Being unaware and idealistic would serve her well and create bravery when she hiked the Pacific Crest Trail. She barely knew what she was signing up for and walked, or shall I say hiked, on with high hopes. This same spirit of everything will be ok helped embolden her to create a mental health art exhibit. In two weeks, she got in 28 pieces by 13 artists. Thankfully she didn’t know this was an unprecedented act. She often said “not knowing what she got into was the best way to get her to successfully do things.” She was immensely grateful to all the communities around that helped her pull it together as there were breakdowns with a different team gathering art for the show.

She felt daring when she said yes to traveling everywhere she wanted for a year. It was a surprise to discover just because you can afford it and it fits in the calendar that 18 trips in one year is excessive. Yet the feeling of asking and coordinating with her boss and clients she helps was exhilarating. It was also liberating to create with friends and be their travel guide and companion. Before leaving, she would look for the best deals and bring delight with her quirky unicorn backpack that had party lights and gifts packed in it. She was consistently a person who doesn’t get lost and if she did it’s because exploring the city was more fun than finding a destination.

In summation, we will miss our humorously honest, brave, bold, daring, optimistic, hopeful idealist, who was an amazing travel guide. Here is hoping we don’t get lost on the way out of this service.