In the crazy rush of running today's Saturday errands, something made me pause.
I was at a stoplight. It was a squinty-eyed sunny day, but I noticed a sticker on the back of a black truck. It read: In loving memory of Heather, our Wonder Woman.
This made me think of a few things:
1. Who was this Heather woman?
2. What made her a Wonder woman?
3. How did she die?
4. I don't want to die anytime soon.
5. Would people call me a wonder woman after I die?
Let me try to find some answers to these questions.
1. Who was this Heather woman?
Obviously I have no idea. But I imagined that she was a boss of some kind. She ran a Theater Box Office. She always remembered everyone's birthdays. She could multi-task like nobody's business. She volunteered her time a lot. Did the Susan G. Komen walk every year. She had lots of other women friends. Went out to lunch with them every Thursday--kind of like the Red Hat ladies, but not as old. They all had themed parties, scrapbooked. She was the leader of her pack. She was the leader of lots of packs.
2. What made her a Wonder Woman?
She went above and beyond in everything she did. She hosted many a birthday party, wedding shower, baby shower. She worked full time, volunteered, and always made time for her friends. (See Question 1: "Who was this Heather woman?" for more specific details)
3. How did she die?
She died of Breast Cancer, ironically, as it was the Charity she did the most work for. Never missed a "Race for the Cure" Event. She and her girlfriends dressed head-t0-toe like fat little piggies in Pink every year. She was overweight, kind of like Miss Piggy. Her friends will organiz and race in her honor for this summer's Race. They will all walk, not run.
4. I don't want to die soon.
So, this isn't a question. It's a statement. Who does want to die soon? Well, maybe cancer patients, people in horrible, unending pain. But really. I was driving, and couldn't help but think: "Geez, I really don't want to die anytime soon." I have so much coming up: Graduate School, my next Netflix movie, dinner at a Mexican restaurant. In all honesty though, it really made me want to be more cautious while driving my car. That would just be a stupid way to die--a car accident. I wonder how old I will be when I die? Hopefully, reaalllly old. I still have so much to do: get a great job, get married to Rick, have babies with him, live in an old house, get a dog, buy lots of groceries, go on fun vacations---too many memories lurking around the corner, ready to be made. Too many photos yet to be shot on Rick's camera and downloaded onto Picasa, for the Aunts, Uncles, Grandmas, and Grandpas to see. I need to eat healthier, need to keep running everyday. Go to the doctors. Is donating my eggs for money really a good idea?
5. Would people call me a Wonder Woman after I die?
Not yet. I'd aim to be called a "Wonderful Woman." But Wonder Woman conjures up lots of multi-tasking craziness. Granted, I do want to be a brilliant, busy woman. I want to accomplish many great things. I want to make money, make people happy, make myself happy. But a Wonder Woman, no--I probably won't be called that after I die. I think I'd get too tired and die early while trying to live up to that title. Maybe that's the real reason why Heather died?
