I have what some would consider to be a morbid fascination with the obituaries. Every single day, I read them, every single one in The Philadelphia Inquirer. It’s the first thing I do when I log onto my computer in the morning; the day simply does not start off right if I haven’t read “the deads.”
This quirk of mine has a significant role in the novel I’m writing
. One could write a novel (or, at the very least, a dissertation) about why I am compelled to do this. I’m fully aware of the reasons why.
I find them absolutely fascinating. There are such rich character snippets in the obits (if you’re a writer, I think you should be reading them) so I kind of thought it might be fun – or macabre, take your pick – to share fragments of some of these lives with you on an occasional basis. (Who knows, maybe it will become a book in and of itself?)
Like this one, from this past Sunday:
[Clarabel] will be most remembered for being the “Youngest 85 Year Old” you will meet who loved Bruce Springsteen and going to his concerts.
Now, speaking for myself, don’t you wish you had known Clarabel? Damn, I’m betting she was a hell of a lot of fun to be around.
Rock on, Clarabel.
“We just sit around talkin’ ’bout the old times/ she says when she feels like crying, she starts laughing, thinking about glory days/ well, they’ll pass you by, glory days/ in the blink of a young girl’s eye, glory days …” Glory Days ~ Bruce Springsteen
Photo taken by me on March 3, 2009 at a boutique hosting an event I covered for work. Text except for “Glory Days” lyrics copyright 2010, Melissa (Betty and Boo’s Mommy, The Betty and Boo Chronicles) If you are reading this on a blog or website other than The Betty and Boo Chronicles or via a feedreader, this content has been stolen and used without permission.
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