Delta 9 again. I was trying to watch television, but mostly just hallucinating (lightly). And a commercial for Cave Hill Cemetery came on, which got me to thinking about my not-so-far-in-the-future death. And that made me think about what I would like to have on my tombstone. And that made me remember my previous thoughts on this subject.
When I was in college getting my degree in Secondary Education, we were given an exercise to design our own tombstone...in relation to our imminent teaching careers. I came up with this:
It got a few laughs, but I was really thinking that that was pretty much how it would go being a teacher: if you held your students to strict standards, they would probably hate you even if they knew that you worked hard and strove for fairness. Turns out I was wrong: after 23 years of teaching, there were only a few students who hated me, and there were many who showed their love. I'm particularly grateful for that as I enter my dotage and begin to feel the firm ground of my past crumble beneath the feet which tread it in memories.
When I thought about an epitaph again, it was just a passing thought, but I decided that the perfect one for me would be a simple
Because as I've grown older, my befuddlement at this world has only grown greater. Why are people so obstinately cruel and vile? I don't know.
But that's a bit too bitter, even for me, so I tried not to let it pop into my mind too often.
Yesterday with the assistance of Delta 9--and after listening to Pink Floyd's "Time" as reduxed by Roger Waters--I decided that I had a much better epitaph for myself:
And if that don't suit ya....
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