I Wrote My Own Eulogy In Case They Kill Me Too

There is not enough time in the day to write all of the eulogies that need to be written. But at least let me write my own just in case they kill me before I’m ready. They meaning the state, most specifically, the police. May my loved ones have more time to care for each other if they aren’t busy trying to find the words to sum up my life.

So I will write to the best of my honesty and I ask of you to please use the eulogy if they kill me within the year. And next year, if these same words ring true, just change my age and proceed. If anything I write does not line up with my life, I give permission to alter this. But hopefully the heavy lifting will be done by me in life.

On A Life Lived:

Karen Wangare Leonard was loved. And she knew it. She wanted everyone to know that all of the care they dished out over the years was felt and she hoped it was reciprocated respectively. She spent twenty-one years on this earth and God knows she wanted so many more. If she were here today she would say that while it would be disingenuous to her humanity to paint her as a saint, she was proud of the life she lived and the woman she became. It was not easy and it was not always correct and community-serving, but the goal was always striving for excellence led by love, never perfection. And using that to guide our judgement, she did okay for herself.

Karen liked to think she was funnier than she was and quieter than people said. Neither of which was exactly the case. But…