An Epitaph, of Sorts

Methinks Jenny is in a hurry this weekend and has fashioned an assignment to match: no prompt at all and only six words to write an itty-bitty autobiographical (autobriefographical) sketch of ourselves...or as I like to call it, an epitaph.

It's hard to accomplish much in six words, so I tried to pick the one aspect of me that I care most about...the essential part that I could never escape no matter how hard I might try (not that I WOULD try, you understand). My compulsion to write came to mind, as did my relentless need to read, my love of learning, my reverence for nature, the many good years spent at my husband's side, and the idea of family in general, but when it comes right down to it the most visceral and diehard aspect of me is the one I see as a calling, a stewardship from which I will never be released, a personal and priceless responsibility.

So here it is...Sue's autobiographical epitaph, with art to match:

Vu Cao Dam (1908-2000)

A mother ~ first, last, and always.

Of course, I have generously provided two

alternate choices for the more irreverent:

Arrived, thrived, wed, bred, now dead.

or perhaps

Arrived, got stoked, wed, bred, croaked.