so I had to write my obituary for English Class....

November 26, 2084

Addison Eaton was found dead yesterday morning at her countryside home in Kent, England, where a comet had struck her house; she was 95. Addison led a life of simplicity, but that did not make her life mediocre, not in the least. Like a symphony her story is made up of small moments that blend together to form something beautiful and extraordinary. She was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma to her biological parents Elizabeth (Burns) Cox and Henry Pacheco. When she was seven days old Tim and Rita Eaton adopted her and their years together were joyous. Addison was grew up in Oklahoma City with her younger brother Eli, where both were home schooled for the majority of their education. Halfway through her high school career Addison’s family moved to Madill, Oklahoma where her parents became house parents for the Oklahoma Baptist Homes for Girls. Although Madill was not the end of the world, you could see it from there. Upon graduation from Oklahoma Baptist University she entered the University of Oklahoma’s Physician Assistant program and graduated third in her class.
At twenty-four Addison met Count William Mansfield, a man who took her breath away every time he caught her attention. Their courtship was beautiful and solely grounded in glorifying Christ in everything they did. On a chilly day in October the two shared their first kiss and were married in front of a congregation of two hundred. The two moved to Scotland and set up a mission where he taught the English and French languages and literature to the local school children and she provided medical care to surrounding villages. Their evenings were spent at home where he would play her soft melodies on the piano and she would read him poetry till late at night. The two became a respectable influence in the area and helped set up a local church where many came to know Jesus Christ.
At thirty Eaton spent two years missing, although she was rumored to be somewhere in the jungles of Africa working as an informant for the U.S. Embassy. She later reappeared and wrote a novel titled “African Colloquies”. Although she denies the rumors of living in Africa, she claims that ‘if she had, this is what would have happened.’ The book became a New York Times best seller.
Addison may not have founded an institute or discovered the cure for cancer, but to the people she touched she was just as important. Addison taught her patients that it was not her that was the healer but God, and He brought not just a physical healing, but a spiritual healing as well. She had a passion for people and a love that could not come from anything but her Savior. Addison had stunning connections and therefore was buried at Westminster Abbey with a Sonic Coke, a copy of Pride and Prejudice, and a stuffed Panda in her casket; three of her favorite things in life. Addison Eaton is survived by four children: Selah Chesterton, Mimzy Wooster, Jack Mansfield, and Garrett Mansfield.