Today marks the passing of our beloved Claudia, mother, wife, daughter, sister, and friend. Tragedy took her from us too soon as she was unable to complete the two things in her life that matter the most: to see her children grow up and to finish her long awaited book. Yes…beautiful, smart, compassionate Claudia may have partaken in many endeavors in her brief time that others might think impressive: establishing peace in Africa and the middle east, finding alternative renewable energy resources to limit greenhouse emissions that have saved the planet, and, all the while, working her day job as the editor -in-chief of the NEW YORKER magazine to bring us insightful literature, balanced politics, and probing current events. However, for the humble, self-sacrificing Claudia, these deeds were not enough. Our Claudia, slave to the needs of her children and her desire to write, spent her weekends and nights trapped in the kitchen washing dishes, reviewing homework, begging her family to eat vegetables, and writing, writing, writing on her laptop. Claudia Norman, may she finally receive the rest and respect she deserves, will live on in our hearts and our lives forever.
A contest entry
- Obituaries by DemApples.
254 points, ended January 3, 25 entries
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
1 - 6 of 6
-
Worth a smile...
...and just one error, "partook" should have been partaken.
I love the choice of words for gravestones too, "I told you I was sick" (hypochondriac) "I demand a second opinion!", "Booby trap, what boo...".
One question about the foregoing though; Do you find it difficult to remove your tongue from your cheek, or do you have the same set-up as a hamster, and keep your tongue there?
I liked this a lot, the satire and self-deprecating(?) humour were very nicely balanced. -
-
hahhahahahaahahha
Thanks Jimmy (I can't call you Daft). I fixed my error. Mucho Gracias.
My tongue is...well...I try to keep a constant bite on it so I stay out of trouble...
And for the record, I am full of satire and self deprecating humor. My personal growth will come from using it for good instead of evil.
CN
-
-
Sniff, sniff, I would miss you. Great write and very entertaining.
-
the new yorker magazine.....never heard of it.
-
In a way...A RIP!
And, indeed, as they say...she will be missed! (I hope I don't have to hear that one again! (I also wonder if any of those mourners, frequently heard to mouth this aphoristic platitude and cliche, ever do actually take the time to "miss" anyone of our "dear departed!")
I thought this piece of yours was rather amusing, although I am not a fan of reading, certainly not of writing one's own obituary. To me, somehow, not that it comes too close to truth...but it comes too near the dreadful truth that many of us are getting tired, and jaded, and bitter, and sad, and even angry...and look too fondly upon "shuffling off!"
So, perk up...be of good cheer. Eschew the obits for now...go forth and prosper!
-
-
Oh, I suppose the terrible truth is that my real obit would be self indulgent and pathetic, and I refuse to play that game. This is way more fun. It is good to laugh at myself because sometimes I think this is all too serious.
-
Adding your comment:
1 - 6 of 6
