Walking Mends My Mind

Bog Fae The Bog | Ep. 2

Welcome to Blog Fae The Bog Getting the Sh*t Oot Ma Head

Welcome back to the second installment of Blog Fae The Bog. I’m Gaz—amateur writer, keen poet, habitual journaler, and a general scribbler of any old sh*te that happens to spring to mind.

If you’re looking for a mix of random topics, light-hearted nonsense, and the occasional pointless ramble, you’ve come to the right place.

Fair Warning: Please only read my blog if you are not easily offended. If you are, please read something else!

The thinkin’ throne

So, here I am again, sitting on my trusty old bog. It’s the only place I can get some actual peace and quiet. It’s my favorite spot for writing down all the random sh*t floating around the empty space I call my mind.

I started off wondering why pigeons love sitting and sh*tting on windowsills so much? That thought only lasted a couple of seconds before they started interrupting my peace, so I banged on the glass and scared the crap out of them. But hey, maybe that’s a topic for another day if I ever suffer from writer’s block.

Then, my mind started drifting into something a bit heavier.

Something we all have in common

Naturally, nobody likes talking about the prospect of kicking the bucket. It’s grim, isn’t it? But unfortunately, it is one of the very few things in life that every single one of us has in common.

Lately, I’ve been spending a bit of time putting together my own funeral plan. I want to make things a little easier for my nearest and dearest when the time comes. Obviously, with my mind being full of useless information and pointless ideas, it got me thinking a little more on the subject.

Don’t Let a Stranger Tell Your Story

When it’s finally time to spread your wings and head off on that new journey, the likelihood is that some complete stranger will be drafted in. They’ll be tasked with standing there talking absolute bolocks about your entire life’s work.

I personally know that isn’t what I want to happen. The thought of some stranger who doesn’t know me from Adam talking like they were my best pal? Nah, that’s certainly not happening. Of course, someone has to do the talking, so I’m going to give them the tools to do the job right.

Preserving the Memories

The reality is that over time:

• Families lose touch.

• Friends drift apart.

• Your nearest and dearest might pass on or simply start to forget.

• The young ones are usually too little to remember the good stuff (or if they cant get an app to do the job, they aren’t interested).

Ultimately, when that happens, a lifetime of memories may be lost forever.

Your Eulogy, Your Way

By doing it yourself, you can take the burden and the stress off your family during what is undoubtedly a hard time. It allows everyone to just sit, listen, and enjoy the stories and memories you’ve blessed them with. “Job done” You can then rest easy knowing you’ve done everything that you can to make things a little easier by giving them a helping hand.

The Last Word

When the big man finally calls your number, everyone can sit back and enjoy the highlights—straight from the horse’s mouth. Oh, and as an added bonus, you get the last word. Which, let’s be honest, is definitely going to p*ss a few people off! 

Well, in my mind that’s just what I’m thinking, anyway. I’m sure plenty of people will disagree, but hey—I don’t care what anyone else thinks if I did I would keep my writing to myself.

On that note, I’m off to make some more amendments to the funeral plan.

Take care, and see you soon for Episode 3, where no doubt there will be a whole heap more sh*t to write about.

Gaz 🙏