Larry G. Womack 900 19th Ave S #404 6155163218
[email protected] www.larrywomack.com I’m Going To Miss Me When I’m Gone Inspired by a true story By larrywomack.com October 1, 2012 INTRODUCTION: The End And Beginning Of An Extraordinary, Ordinary Life You don’t know me, but by the end of this book you will understand why I will miss me more than anyone else. Mine was an extraordinary, ordinary life. At its end, my grandson Larry Arace will gift my carcass to Vanderbilt University Medical School and place my self-written obituary in the Nashville Tennessean, Sunday Edition. Obituary: Larry Gordon Womack died. The last people to see my complete remains will be a medical student with a scalpel and his professor. The student will say, “So that was his penis.” The professor will observe, “He evidently ate well.” The anatomical donation department at Vanderbilt Medical School asked if I’d like what’s left to be buried in a shoebox next to my donor wife, Diane. She died in 2004. I declined too much ceremony. My childhood was filled with dreams, fantasies and Jesus. My teen years were packed with silliness, music and Jesus. Early adulthood brought mind-legends, accolades, love, responsibilities and less time for Jesus. In mid-life, I became a pillar of the Episcopal Church, created children, riches, arrogance, gout, joy and gained respect for many ethereal practices. Maturity produced temperance, grief, grandchildren, exuberance, wisdom and contentment outside spirituality. Each phase and insight created my extraordinary, ordinary life. The difference between you and me is that while both of us were actively living the life, I was also obsessively observing it, usually from an obtuse point-of-view.