"Final" irony

My one & only sister is dying.  It's some sort of organ failure.  (My family has never been great at sharing details.)


Mim never discussed what she wanted - if anything - in the way of a memorial celebration.  She never told any of her family what she wanted done with her body.  Mom gave hers to Humanity Gifts Registry, so I have no experience on next steps when someone dies - I called the number they gave, they came & took Mom's body & a year later I received her ashes.  The one minister she mentioned leading her celebration is retired, no longer does funerals.  

We are right where I try to help people avoid being - planning what to do after she dies, with basically no input from Mim.  

How ironic.  Last year, I developed a Final Wishes form, designed to help friends in my little hometown share The Conversation with loved ones.  It reviews what a person wants at the end of their life & after they've gone.   Basic information, like who you'd like involved in any memorial celebration, what to do with your body, songs & music, even if there are any final words you'd like to share.  As straightforward & simple as I could make it. 

I am forever beseeching friends, pleasant acquaintances & total strangers to have The Conversation, to share final wishes, NOW - it might not be possible later.  Now, for us, is too late.  Mim isn't up to it.  

An irony that goes straight to my heart.