That girl.

If anyone needs to be remembered after death, it should be her. Oh, not that she was particularly interesting during her lifetime. As in, you could list her big achievements on a postage stamp. She wasn't perfect, no, but when you look closely ...

Maybe it was in the way she did a kind of gliding thing when she walked. Or maybe it was that permanently endearing sad look in her eyes. Maybe people could sense that she didn't need them, but that deep down she just wanted them. There was something, something about her that made people want to stop. Look. Know.

She was a good person, indeed. She volunteered, she never stole anything bigger than a pack of erasers when she was 6, and the only lies she told where white. Mind you, she swore like a sailor, held grudges and glorified grades, but all around she was still an okay person. But that's not all there was to her.

She watched Jeopardy with her dad every day at 7:30. Sure, she didn't know all the answers, but it was fun to shout at the TV anyways.

And Saturday mornings. There were quite a few of those that she spent perusing the displays of local flea market, looking for that perfect shiny thing to ogle at, but rarely to buy. She was eccentric too. She didn't settle for a cookie-cutter dress when she was looking for a prom outfit. She never settled. She was always looking for more, for better, for greater.

Sure, she had some lazy days. Who doesn't? And even in her off-days she was admirable.

The thing is, we'll miss her. She's gone now, to a better tomorrow we hope. She was never a believer, but she hoped that there would be something waiting for her on the other side. Hopefully now her dream has come true.

She's gone but ... she's not. In all her wacky hangups she'll be here forever.

This is a writing exercise I've seen done many, many times. It's basically writing a eulogy/obituary for yourself. I'd never tried it myself and decided it would be a sort of release to just write good things about myself. You should try it.