My uncle passed today, on Labor Day no less. Quite the irony (and he would probably agree with a smirk) considering how he was constantly griping about the inefficacies of his workmates.
This is a difficult post but I felt that it was necessary nonetheless to honor his memory. And at the same time, revisit the concept of momento mori.
He was a jovial chap, always filled with joy. He would make the most flippant remarks but one couldn’t ever hate him. He was like Budai, the laughing Buddha.
Christopher Daniel Overee, you were a class act. I love you and you were an amazing uncle who has inspired me to become a better person in your unconventional way.
But with his sudden passing, I’m reminded of the philosophical concept of momento mori (remember that you must die).
To me, it’s about having genuine gratitude for each moment, and a reminder to live to the fullest even when the immediate present is pure bollocks.
How does the old saying shape your perception of life and by extension, your work?
Once again, bless your soul uncle, and may your legacy of smiles and sardonic wit serve as a reminder to embrace life with a cheeky smile and open arms.