This book is nuch too short, which is the only thing I have againt it. Short, pithy chapters, full of wisdom and wit and always with a little twist that moves you deeply and makes you reflect back about your own experiene. Take for example the hilariously funny and so poignant chapter about Becker’s mother. At the age of 87, sufferring from Parkinson’s disease and living in an assisted-living facility, she meets a younger, 84-year-old wrack of a man and they happily get married. Ms Becker dubs him G.I. Joe, because he had served in the Korean War. He makes serious plans to take his bride out of the facility after the wedding and move in with his daughter-in-law. Sadly, that was not to be, becuase G.I. Joe died of a broken heart – “he wanted his manhood and independence back so badly” (p. 35). Or take the “Shoes Again” chapter, which develops from what seems to be a frivolous, girlish preoccupation with footwear into a major lesson in human relationship, in fact leading to the most significant relationship of Ms Becker’s life, with her future second husband. “I am a woman, and therefore, I am defined by my footwear. How do I know? Because once, when I started a new job, a whole year and three months passed before a colleague spoke to me, and the first words she ever said to me were, ‘Oh, what cute shoes!'” Everything they say about the book in rhe reviews is spot on. But it’s much more than enjoyable, it is also a hugely satisfying book. Read it with close attention and you will get a lot of good tips for your own life changes. We do hope to hear more o Jacqueline Becker in the future.
When I told my friend my vision, he said he was thinking about establishing a fund and giving away theater tickets in order for the living to remember him. “Here, it’s on me,” he wanted to say from his grave. My husband liked that idea and thought that maybe he would establish a fund that would give away Yankee tickets. He might get a busload of people wanting to remember him. But that would leave me giving away books or tickets to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. (I obviously would not be needing a bus).
My daughter found a nature preserve upstate NY, where bodies are buried unmarked. I think she hopes we will sign on there so that she will have one more excuse to go hiking.
Since we are the “ME” generation, proud of breaking rules and pushing the envelope, is anyone planning to do something unique? Or will you, in the end, settle for the same old, same old traditional / religious last rites?
AND WHEN EXACTLY ARE YOU PLANNING ON PURCHASING THAT COVETED PLOT? I have been throwing away those advertisements since I was forty!!!!!!!!!