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The older I get, the better I was
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Celebration of Life

The older I get, the better I was

A friend’s t- shirt, back in the university, had that scrawled across it (beginning at the front and ending at the back). I wondered about the statement every time I saw it. I mentally compared my vainer, younger self with my ever – growing, worldly – wise older self. Cuter? Yeah. More hair? Yep. Easier life? Definitely. Carefree? Uh hu. Eager to please everyone? Oh yes. More organized? Yes. More selfish than a cat? Check. Quite shallow? Oh yes. So superficial? You got it. Prim & proper? Yes, yes, yes. Large helpings of impatience? Yeaaaaaaah. Bashfully shy? Loads. Read voraciously? Uh hu. The more I compared, the less I liked the outcome. The statement didn’t hold true for me. Scratch that. I didn’t like that it didn’t ring true for me. I wanted it to. So badly. Almost two decades later, this thought has gone through a total transformation. I think of that inscription today like I do every year on my birthday as I begin to compare last year’s me to this year’s. Today, yet another birthday of mine, is no different.               On becoming a vulture. I prefer the woman I currently[…]

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Celebration of Life

Someone died in my neighbourhood recently. The colourful posters announcing his passage showed a man ten years away from being called a centenarian. They also showed that he had been someone’s father, uncle, brother, grandfather and great grandfather; he had been something to everyone who had known him. And as become the norm, the posters had the headliner ‘Celebration of Life’. That phrase that began to appear in the ‘90s on death notices, replacing the more depressing word ‘obituary’. And perhaps attempting to replace our grief- stricken hearts and sense of loss with new thinking, new paradigms about death. Being thankful that the deceased’s passed this way instead of mourning a life that is no more.  I totally get this. I don’t completely agree with it. Back to my neighbourhood. I was running errands on the day the commendation service was slated to take place. I would have gone by the poster – ridden house without a passing glance but for the sound and scene in front of it that stopped me short. Instrumentalists – a trumpeter and a drummer – gave music that was upbeat, alluring and akin to that of a football supporters’ club’s sound during a match;[…]

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