An obituary, maybe?
Here’s a conceptual obituary column I made for class which could also serve as my ultimatum before I actually and finally rest in peace. As I wrote the lines to which I may live eternally, how wonderful it would be to succeed in every vision I have set out for the future.
Title: The dead’s golden possessions
I do not wish to bore you with a column for a dead person, but hear me out on this one.
Celina Beatrice, is a conqueror and collector of ideas… wandering about. She succeeded with Green & White colors in her most endearing and exciting ways with the hustle and bustle of Taft Ave., and has published books for her own vanity. Even her students from university implore her to tell more of her unassumingly boring and tiring college life, she eventually decided to write about it. Times have become bleak and mouths blabbered nonsense behind her, however she did not waver and stayed true to her [occasional] stubborn and obnoxious self.
I have admired her deeply for all those things and for her extensive support for the arts — for establishing a foundation for gifted children. She believed not in the numerical values of grades but for the passion and wise application of lectures. Her passion does not stop there because she built exhibits for beginning artists which has helped make profound young Filipinos prominent in their respective industries. Celina dreamt and hoped some more. She went from communicating brands to taking up law, unarmed with the haste of reading books, tripped and fell; she nonetheless succeeded.
The books and brands could have become her husband, but the love of her life came in concrete walking towards her — she kids around with having five children, but was blessed and survived with three beautiful monkeys and a spouse.
After everything that has been told about her, you may want to share a memory or two with her loved ones at (the lovely place I don’t know yet), 9 AM up until 9 PM. May you find it helpful to be in her midst.
