How do you want to be remembered

BlackSnake

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One day I will die. My thoughts, hopes, and dreams will faded into nothingness. Like those who came before me, I will never walk the earth again. Scary, huh?

How would you like to be remembered? Would you like to be remember?

I thought about writing an autobiography and publishing it.
 
I tried that but it put me to sleep......

If a few good friends remember me then I've done well.....
 
That I made a difference, even if it was just to one person. That's all that's important to me.
 
that i lead with my heart and because of that truly lived
 
One of the highest compliments I have ever recieved was "you leave deep impressions". I want to be remembered for the impressions I will leave. I want o be a meteor that slams in, gouges a hole in the lives around me and for generations to come people will say "That? Mark did that. Let me tell you about him."
 
I'd like to be remembered as, 'Oh yes, her. Never hurt anyone in her life. Good sort.' But I kind of doubt that's going to happen.

But if a few people, mainly my kids, my loved one, and my closest friends think of me with fond thoughts, and maybe a smile for some of the stupid things I do, that'll be fine. I won't come back and haunt them. ;) :kiss:
 
BlackSnake said:
One day I will die. My thoughts, hopes, and dreams will faded into nothingness. Like those who came before me, I will never walk the earth again. Scary, huh?

How would you like to be remembered? Would you like to be remember?

I thought about writing an autobiography and publishing it.
When folks learn I've crossed over the river and rested neath the shade of the trees, to paraphrase Stonewall Jackson's last words, if more who remember me say:

"Oh, God."

rather than:

"Thank God!"

I'll be satisfied.

Rumple Foreskin :cool:
 
Not long

I would like to be remembered for the next generation and then forgotten.

Once a person is remembered for longer than that, some critic starts deconstructing the 'legend' and imputes motives and thoughts that the dead person never had.

I remember my parents and those of their generation, together with a few who had survived from the previous generation long enough to make an impact on me as a child. That means I knew people born in the 1870s.

I find it difficult to convey to my children how different my childhood was from theirs. How can they appreciate the influences that made my parent's generation?

Each of us is a child of our own time. Beyond that time, it is easy to misinterpret and misunderstand motivations that were valid then and are no longer true.

When I am gone, I hope a few people will remember me for a few years. That would be enough.

Og
 
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