Maggie Layne Shoe

On December 10th, 2022, my earthly body called it quits but not my spirit. I’m writing my own obituary for two reasons. First, I want to and secondly, I always wanted to be published!

If you want to celebrate my life, in the spirit of my dear cousin Cleo, find something that allows you to follow your passion and enjoy the time you spend doing it. I hope that as you think of me, you will smile and hopefully laugh from the gut. Please forgive yourselves if you ever wronged me and then you should let it go, winning wasn’t the point. Those scars and insecurities are deep and offer more harm than death. For those who loved me for me being “just Maggie,” please know that I love you even more. For those I may have wronged, please know I apologize, and it wasn’t intentional. This is my time to be the ancestor I choose to be. I choose for there to be no funeral or memorial service. Gather if you must and can and only in celebration. If you can’t gather, then sit outside after dark and gaze at the stars. If you have a pet, love them and pet them while you think of me. They capture my spirit and only want your love. I am not listing those “left behind” because I am leaving no one behind. I am just going on ahead. You will find me in the daffodils stubbornly pushing my yellow blooms up through the snow, while you wipe the snowflake from your nose, and when Lovely Luna pushes through the clouds. Most of all remember me as love. ~ Maggie Layne Shoe, 72 of Sedalia, MO