You’ll be pleased to hear that your funeral was awesome. More than 100 of us virtual mourners tuned into the live stream from the O’Neil Funeral Home in London, Ont.
Not many of us get to write our own epitaph, much less get a chance to sit on our own tombstone. You did both. And that inscription? Well, it’s so you:social media platforms asI guess if you could have changed one thing on that, it would have been the year. Because you outlived the timeline of that prognosis. And, when you realized you’d likely make it to 2020, you had fun with it. As you joked on Twitter on Dec. 18: If you think you have problems, well, I’m obligated to die in 2019.
Like thousands of others, I found you on Twitter. I consider myself fortunate, because back in November—when you were looking for leads on an executor—I dropped you a note. I knew someone who might fit the bill. It turned out you remembered some of the mental health writing I’d done so long ago. You were immediately open in those direct messages; so honest. There seemed to be an urgency, which I understand better now—no need for small talk when you’re dying.
Jan. 18: When it’s getting too frightening to drink liquids because they may simply spit back up or choke me, you know, let’s be honest about choices here. #endoflife
scottsimmie mikelondoncan Beautifully written, Scott. I didn’t realize how much I could miss someone I’d never met until Mike’s death. Turns out I really loved that guy and I think of him every day.