The other day I learned that an old family friend had passed away. She and her husband were close friends with my parents, and she was the last one standing.
I’ll call her Jane. I saw quite a bit of her when I was young. But once I left home I only saw her at special events; weddings, anniversary parties, and funerals. The last time I saw her was over twenty years ago. As soon as I heard she had passed away, I looked up her obituary. It included a photo, probably taken a good fifty years ago. And while Jane wasn’t overly pretty, she was an attractive woman and surprisingly photogenic.
Her obituary began the usual way. When and where she was born. It mentioned her parents, grandparents, and siblings. It mentioned her marriage and a business her husband once owned. There was also a mention of her being a cub scout den mother. And that’s when her story took an odd twist. Instead of saying she was a full time mom and homemaker, it listed all the country clubs she’d belonged to. It concluded with saying that she had spent her entire adult life playing bridge at the country club.
Don’t get me wrong. I’ve always had a great deal of admiration for full time moms. I think they have one of the most important, and overlooked, roles in society. I also think we should make time to do the things we enjoy doing. It brings balance in our lives. And if playing cards is what you enjoy doing so be it. However, there’s a whole lot more to life than just playing cards. Life is about what we do for others, and doing what we can to make the world a better place. It’s also about the legacy we leave behind. My job as a novel writer is to bring a little joy into people’s lives, even if it’s only for a few minutes out of their busy day. And even if I only make a difference for one person, to me, it’s a life well spent.