Remembrance.
This weekend Mike and I were in St. Louis for a funeral. While difficult, it was a beautiful service. It was nice to be with old friends (at least as nice as it could be given the circumstances), many of whom we hadn't seen since our wedding, and share in a comforting hug or two.
On the ride home I got to thinking...
how do I want to be remembered?
Honestly...?
...I'm not sure.
I do know that it is vastly different today than it was 5 years ago...even 5 weeks ago...and maybe even 5 minutes ago.
I guess it really doesn't matter as long as a smile is involved.
np: "for martha" - smashing pumpkins
On the ride home I got to thinking...
how do I want to be remembered?
Honestly...?
...I'm not sure.
I do know that it is vastly different today than it was 5 years ago...even 5 weeks ago...and maybe even 5 minutes ago.
I guess it really doesn't matter as long as a smile is involved.
np: "for martha" - smashing pumpkins
Labels: thoughtless thoughts
posted by Iron Jayhawk at 10:37 PM
3 Camper Comments:
(((hugs))) Those thoughts are very hard. I am glad that you were able to deal with them.
More hugs.
and even more *hugs*. Seems you handled it well...and like you say, you were amongst friends and good acquaintances.
Good question about your own arrangements. During the past year, I have befriended several folks with cystic fibrosis, and unfortunate one of them passed on at 21. It was creepy, in some sense, see her post about going through those last motions, uncluding what she'd want for a funeral.
As for me, I have no clue. If I were to die tomorrow, I'd want my hobbies to be a big part of it (soccer and gymn fan, lover of photography and travel).
But if it's 40 years on, I don't know what my hobbies will be, nor who my friends are. I don't wnt to overplan, but do wan to see to it that my own take on who I was is intact.
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