Pondering my frailty

A coworker of mine died last week. She was younger than me (just barely 28) and it really had an impact on me because of the way she died. She had a heart attack….. @ 28.
I went to her funeral. I didn’t know her that well, we talked infrequently in passing. I confess, I didn’t really go to grieve for her, I went……. for me. It was my way of embracing the frailty of life. It was a stagnant reminder that I have no guarantees in life, that I am not invincible (even though I break my toe with an axe with a smile, need I remind you again).

I find obituaries to be odd and imcomplete. Maybe I don’t understand the purpose of them, but seldom are you really left with any real glimpse of who that person was. There usually filled with family member’s nicknames in parentheses, and death timeline of the respective family, blah, blah, blah.
I want mine to have substance, to paint a picture of how I am (flaws and all).