How would you like to have yourself described in your eulogy? What do you want people to remember that you did? (An authentic eulogy, not the kind that’s so generic you know the officiant pulled it out of a drawer because no one could think of anything nice to say!) I do not lay claim to the originality of this question. We therapist folks often use it to get people thinking. Because when you think about the answers to these questions, you begin to define yourself as you’d like to be. And it becomes possible to begin new defining moments as you redefine yourself.
At the end of the day, at the end of your life…
November 13, 2007 by psychscribe
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He died loving everyone except himself.
I was driving back to my old apartment one afternoon and I had lived one block away from a church. That day I was stopped as a funeral procession exited. I waited and watched the cars go by, trying to see the kinds of people who were a part of this. However, the procession never stopped. I saw every kind of person imaginable.
I was probably there for a good seven minutes and I started to get a chill down my spine at the length of this procession. I felt this surge through me and I had a “defining moment.” I wanted that to be me! Not to pass on, but to have known and touched that many people in my life.
Ever since then I have had this drive to want to help people and I am making the time to have that happen. I’m becoming more social and more outgoing. I do volunteer work and donate to charities I believe in. I know the names of my neighbors. And I want this to increase as my life continues. I want to be an outstanding member of my community. I want to change things.
So at my eulogy? I don’t think it matters so much what they say, but how the people who are there remember how I personally affected them.
What you say is true, my therapist asked me the same question during my cognitive behavioral therapy. Sometimes it is more that we do not believe in our effect that we have had and do have on the people that we know and don’t know… Guess it is all relative in the end and the question asked the most poignant of all.
Thanks for all your articles, they are very inspiring!
Thank you so much, SanityFound!