Life Changes: See ya later PDX, Hello Hawai’i!


I was getting antsy, I’ll be honest. I had spent three and a half years in a job where I wasn’t going anywhere, and the office morale was terrible. Then I found a great job, but I knew the upward mobility just wasn’t there, however it was a huge breath of fresh air for me to not be in such a toxic work environment. My immediate family moved 4 hours away from me a few years ago, and while my mother made frequent trips, it’s just not the same when I wasn’t able to visit my sibling’s basketball or volleyball games, or hear them in their school choirs. Portland is an amazing city, and it will always be “home-base”, but I feel that it’s always a jumping off spot for me. I left Portland as an infant, only to come back as a teen. Now I’m leaving in my twenties, I’m sure I’ll be back eventually.

My partner received an excellent job offer in Maui, and while it was definitely a tough decision, we decided to each pack two suitcases, sell and give away the rest of our belongings, and move to paradise! I’ve been here almost a month now, my car is here, we are moving into our beautiful beach-side condo tomorrow, and the hunt for a new job for me continues. I’m thinking I’m going to change my career path – where before it was obvious finance, I’m thinking hospitality is more in line with what I love to do. We’ll see. My finger’s are crossed, and I’ll make my own way here too. I’m optimistic and hopeful. So far the people have been extremely friendly and helpful, but as they say here: “Lucky live Hawai’i!” And I definitely feel lucky to be a part of this vibrant community.

Boring Obits

I’m young. And if there is one thing young people don’t want to face, it’s death. It’s too far off. We don’t need to worry about it. It’s way in the future – for me, it’s probably (hopefully) at least 60 years from now. Life has a way of being darkly humorous at times. Humorous in the fact that my job description requires me to identify dead people. All day, every day. It’s gruesome, sad, somber, and depressing. I see suicides, car accidents, freak accidents, murders, people that weren’t discovered for days or weeks over and above the luckily much common “natural deaths”.

Okay, okay, before you go too far and my readers get the wrong impression of me, you should know I work in a bank. So it’s not like I actually “see” the deaths, but I do get hundreds of death certificates across my desk. My job is to make sure our customers are dead. Well, that’s my own very sarcastically snarky way of describing it. It’s not exactly accurate, but let’s just say that the bank needs to be able to “prove” that someone is deceased for legal and monetary reasons, and that’s what I do. See if I can prove someone has deceased by procuring death certificates, obituaries, and other means.

Five years ago, if you showed me an obituary, I’d shrug and say, “that’s so sad” and then merrily move onto the next video (if I wasn’t at work, because of course I’m a productive employee who gives her company her compensated 8-hours 5 days a week). Like this article – I’d roll my eyes and find something else to do. For those of you who didn’t click the link, it’s a random obituary from some newspaper’s website. Trust me, it was random, I haven’t been scouring obituaries for hours trying to find the “perfect one”.


The man’s name is Tony Bellamy, from Kingsport, Tennessee (see dashing man above). He passed away September 17th, 2013, just a few short months ago.

Now this blog post may not exactly follow the rules of the Daily Prompt, but I’m enjoying writing it, so – yeah. The obituary could be boring to just about anybody. But reading it, my mind has questions. The man was not elderly, he was 58. And he died in a car accident. A 2-second google search brought up this article: “Second person dies as result of fiery Kingsport crash“. The article details how Tony was driving with his wife and his son when he was hit head-on by a woman driving and estimated 104 mph. Witnesses of the crash were able to pull Tony and his family from flames from both vehicles, but Tony died in the hospital 3 days later.

Confession time – Tony’s was not the original obituary I read that got me puzzling and wondering. It was this one – his mother – Inez Bellamy (pic below from her obituary).


This is the inspiring one. Born in 1920, she died at the age of 93 on October 15th – less than one month after her son passed away. That isn’t the inspiring part. From what I read about Tony, it seems he followed in his mother’s footsteps. He was a computer enthusiast like his mother and had owned his own store – more importantly, he seemed to really care about people. These kinds of stories make it personal to me. I can’t read death certificate after obituary after death notice and not try to see who these people are, and what kinds of lives they led! These people are inspiring, and motivating! She had a 70-year marriage! This woman worked on the first electronic computer! She didn’t even retire until she was 70 – she was a go-getter! She obviously loved learning and challenges – her obituary talks about how she was passionate about new advances and technology and “amazed family and friends by championing ideas that were ahead of their time”. Being a woman in that field which probably changed faster than many other fields is not easy, especially in her era. I wish I could have met her, she sounds like a dynamic woman who made things happen. I couldn’t miss the fact that she was musical as well – a woman who used both sides of her brain! She fought an up-hill battle where still there is a significant gender gap (read this if you’re more interested). She obviously was an icon in her family, friends, and coworkers, and someone many people looked wanted to emulate.

It’s a terrible tragedy that Tony died in that freak car accident (and I sincerely hope his wife and his son make a full and speedy recovery). But his story is important. His mother’s story is important. My own story is important. But I want to make it important, not just for me, but for other people It was not easy for Inez to be the woman that she was.

That’s the kind of person I want to be. When I die, I want to have an obituary that reads like hers.

I guess the moral of the story is “Don’t have a boring obituary” – people can be inspired and motivated by what you accomplished! Maybe I’ll make that another of my mottos to live by. Yeah, that sounds good.

Is your obituary going to be inspirational?

Weekend Blessings


Weekend Blessings

I never wanted my own children. Something about being the oldest of seven and seeing 4 births and honestly just wanting to be selfish and loving my freedom. Don’t get me wrong – I love babies and children. Their innocence, inquisitiveness, and tenacity is precious. But life has a way of having its own way. The man I’m dating has children, and his two sons live with us every other weekend. Have to say, I love them. They make me get off my couch every weekend they are with me because every teenage boy needs to have their out-door times or else the adults living with them will go nuts. Would I like my own time? Yes, but if I’m honest with myself, I get more done and experience more fun times and memories every day they are with me. I get hugs and jokes and dorky pictures. The pic in this post was taken this weekend by the oldest… neat perspective, right? I might need an attitude adjustment every so often when I have to figure out what to do with them when it’s rainy and cold outside, but in the end, it’s worth it. They are now my family, and they are important in my life, and I in theirs.