Self-composed Eulogy

I had to write my own eulogy for a class...so I'm sharing it with you. Someone, please read it at my DeathDay Rave and make sure you don't get caught aiming flaming arrows at my raft as it floats off to the great blue sea...gracias:

She journeyed in another reality and she died without a grip on ours. It would be un-Chelsie-like to loiter here, reminiscing about how we miss her or want her back, or how we wish she could’ve moved on at a different time. She would want us to enjoy the memories, yes, but waxing about their greatness or whining about their shortcomings, she’d rather we avoid. Guaranteed, she is not sad to depart this world, nor advance into the adventure of the next.
Instead of fearing the unknown, she would say that beauty exists where you choose to see it and in this choice we become either selfish or compassionate. In selfishness, we lose sight of who we really are, and in compassion we exemplify our identity. Living in such a reality does not depend on a physical existence at all, so shall she continue in spirit to navigate the wonders and mysteries of where and who we are, never-minding the ugliness so many of us see in death.
It would be so easy to attempt her summation, only to realize its impossibility. I can’t define her in any way but Love. I can’t describe her in any other qualities than those given to Love.
She took many seemingly unnecessary roads, but somewhere along each, a lesson greater than necessity arrived.
Every path on her journey lead her somewhere unanticipated. For Chelsie, control was a passing thought-one fought and defeated by tolerance, acceptance, spontaneity, and enjoyment. She found it impossible to control the moment and saw attempts at such domination selfish and unforgiving. However, she did enjoy each moment with the awareness of the past and hope for the future. It was in these moments that she arrived at wisdom, perspective, Love, freedom, and her soul’s match in this life. Her greatest hope for the world is that it realizes the perfect love it already possesses and uses this identity to unconditionally accept its idiosyncrasies and remove all lines that cause us to doubt our ultimate unity. She knew its fulfillment to be long in coming, but nonetheless attempted it in her own life, illustrated in her marriage, family, companionship, and a genuine regard for others.
She saw freedom, not as whatever she wanted when she wanted to, but as the ability to live without regret or hesitation, making every choice and every endeavor in conscience awareness of who she is and seeing that same identity in others’, no matter how little they perceived it. She danced through life, not with the boredom of a walk or pace of a run, but a Cha-Cha hidden in a Waltz with Lambada flowing deep in her veins*. She made her life rich in detail and in wonder; her day was never void of questions and determined to enjoy their mystery. As a true student of life, she viewed it as an ant views the ocean, infinitely smaller, yet essentially apart of its greatness. Such a perspective remains with her now—after all, eternity is what we’ve all been waiting for. She realized that it is now.

“May the extraordinary days of her past be the common days of her future.”

*Ryan Guillemet (me hubby)