So Ate died this week. At least, her boss thought she did when she slept through all eleven of her alarms. Although it wasn’t funny for her, it was funny for me—funny as in strange. Over the past few years, it had become a habit of mine when entering any social gathering, “Would any of these people come to my funeral?” A morbid thought, yes. Apparently, a necessary one. Merely in the second module of my Catholic Entrepreneurship and Design Experience course CEDE), I was assigned to write my own eulogy. Like her father, mother, and older sister, Sr Isabel Marie was extremely passionate about life. While homeschooling from birth through high school, she participated in many extracurricular activities such as theater groups, speech and debate clubs, and dance classes, and was an active member of her parish, St Michael’s Catholic Church, volunteering in several choirs and participating in parish events. Soon after, I was assigned the accompanying module project, “Designing Your Life”. The...