They Say You Die Twice… Here’s How I’m Making Sure That Never Happens

I’ve never thought of myself as someone with a remarkable story. 

I’m just Donna. 72 years old, a mother, a grandmother, a wife for more years than I can count.

 I’ve lived in the same house for decades, watched my children grow, and now I spend my mornings with a cup of coffee and the familiar hum of the world waking up around me.

Life hasn’t been all sunshine, of course. 

I’ve known love and loss, laughter and heartache. 

I’ve held newborns in my arms and said goodbye to people I never thought I could live without. 

And somewhere along the way, I started wondering…

What happens to all these memories when I’m gone?…

The Ad That Wouldn’t Let Me Go

I wasn’t looking for anything in particular that morning. 

Just sipping my coffee, scrolling through my phone, when something made me pause.

An ad.

Bold, black letters against a cream-colored background: “We are looking for 15 women over 70 to preserve their history.”

It felt like the ad was speaking directly to me. 

I had been thinking a lot about what I would leave behind when I’m no longer here.

Curious but skeptical, I clicked – sure there had to be a catch.

But this click led to something surprising. Not a magic plan to buy, not a class to take. 

It was something called Memowrite – a memoir-writing service that turns the overwhelming task of writing a book into something effortless and enjoyable.

And they had a simple promise: 

“No writing, no stress – just your story. Answer 50 personalized questions, and we’ll turn it into your memoir.”

Fifty questions. That was it.

I Saw Their Stories… And Realized Mine Was Worth Saving Too

I scrolled further. 

The examples of other people’s stories captured with Memowrite caught me off guard. 

They weren’t about famous people or dramatic, earth-shattering events. 

They were about real life. 

A mother who worked in a small-town bakery for 40 years… 

A man who found love at 68…

A grandmother who survived a war, not with heroics, but with quiet resilience.

These were stories that would have been lost. 

But now, they were books – beautifully crafted memoirs, held in the hands of children and grandchildren who would never have to wonder, What was my loved one really like?

I could almost hear my own grandchildren years from now, flipping through a book with my name on it. 

This was Grandma Donna. This was her life.

And suddenly, I knew.

It was time to finally put my story into words.

In Just 3 Months, My Life Became a Book

The process was simple. 

I didn’t have to struggle with a blank page or worry about “getting it right.” 

Memowrite team took care of:

✅ Grammar and syntax

✅ Sentence structure, style, and cohesion

✅ Layout of text and photos

✅ Book design

✅ Printing and shipping

I just answered the personalized questions about my journey – one at a time, at my own pace.

Questions that made me think, made me laugh, made me remember things I hadn’t thought about in years. 

When they sent me a draft for review, I cried. 

Not because it was sad.

For the first time, my life wasn’t just memories floating in my mind – it was something real, something permanent. 

It felt like me.

A few weeks later, I held the finished Memowrite book in my hands. 

My name on the cover. My life in those pages.

They Knew Me as Mom and Grandma – Now, They Know My Story

I didn’t expect the reaction from my family.

My daughter read it first, calling me halfway through, her voice thick with emotion. 

“Mom, I never knew half of this,” she whispered.

My granddaughter – who never seemed interested in “old stories” – asked about the time I took a cross-country road trip in my twenties.

They saw me in a way they never had before. 

Not just as “Mom” or “Grandma,” but as a woman who had lived, loved, struggled, and dreamed. 

You Still Have Time to Leave a Lasting Legacy

If you’ve ever thought, “One day, I should tell my story,” this is your chance.

That day is today.

Not for the world. Not for strangers. But for the people who love you – for the ones who will one day wish they had asked more, listened more, known more.

You don’t need to be a writer. You don’t need the perfect words. 

You just need your life, your voice, your story.

Because the moments that shaped you, the lessons you’ve learned, the love you’ve given – they deserve to live on.

Your history deserves to be remembered.