Mourning the losses of 2016


I think we can all agree that 2016 was not the best year on record.

A bunch of celebrities died, and yet another is set to take over the Oval Office in a matter of days.

I think it’s funny that people my age have the time to post memes all over Facebook mourning the loss of Carrie Fisher. Were you even alive when the original Star Wars movie opened? Possibly. Were you a close, personal friend of hers? Not a chance.

I guess it’s a shock when someone young dies suddenly. Carrie Fisher was 60. George Michael was 53. Prince was 57. Alan Thicke was 69. David Bowie was 69. The latest celebrity, tragically, was Fisher’s mother, Debbie Reynolds, who was reported dead last week at 84, just one day after her daughter passed away.

I think we all have a tendency to compare the ages of those deceased to the loved ones in our own lives. My parents are 67 – so the death of someone in that age range causes one to pause and reflect on one’s own life.

Is it just me, or when you go to a funeral, do you think about what people will say about you? Do you wonder who will show up? Will they say that you always made them laugh, or that you were a hard worker, or that you were kind to others? I guess we’ll never know.

And while it’s easier said than done, maybe we should live in such a way that people will say the things about us that we want them to say.

Personally, I’d like to be remembered for being funny and being kind. The other stuff is pretty inconsequential, and I like to set goals that are achievable. I realize that I don’t have the heart of Mother Theresa and I don’t have the beauty of Cindy Crawford and I don’t have the comic chops of Amy Schumer. I’m OK with that. I’d like to think that I strive to be generous and loving to my family and close friends, and that I generally seek to do the right thing most of the time.

I don’t make New Year’s resolutions, but sure, I’d like to eat healthy, lose a few pounds and renew my commitment to doing good, honest work each day. I’d like to pay my bills, keep my house clean and spend more time with loved ones. I’d like to be a better friend, sister, daughter and girlfriend. I’d also like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony, but … baby steps.

Cheers to an excellent 2017, with fewer celebrity deaths and perhaps a presidency that will surprise us all in a good way.

April Towery is the editor of The Meteor. She can be reached at (936) 348-3505 or