We create impressions and memories by how we live our lives. How do you hope to be remembered? Perhaps I am thinking about that today, because of the multiple “reunions” I have attended lately. You know how those things go. You begin to swap memories, stories, and more. Those who have passed on are remembered by the attendees. This is how I hope to be remembered. I hope that I will be remembered for my compassion and my supportive nature. I hope I will be remembered as a wife, mom, friend, cousin, tutor, and prayerful woman. I hope I will be remembered as a person who is faith filled, kind, Prayerful, insightful, intelligent, and encouraging. I hope when people remember me they will remember me as someone who puts her faith into action, and lives what she believes. I would hope that those who knew me well also knew without question that I loved them, believed in them, and was there for them.
I hope people remember me for my optimism and my sense of humor. I do love to laugh. I want to be remembered for my love for God’s creation—especially the ocean, Mississippi River, great artwork, wonderful music, Broadway musicals, mysteries, crime shows, plays…I hope my students would remember me for my belief in their possibilities and for my insistence that they do their best work always.
I want people to remember my friendship, faith, optimism, belief in my country and in possibilities. I want people to know, without a doubt, that I always knew they loved me. I do not want people to feel guilty and wonder if they told me enough that they loved me…I know they loved me. Last of all, I want to be remembered for this:
I loved to stand beside the ocean; when I had the chance in life to sit it out or dance (literally and figuratively) I ALWAYS danced…..
I hope that somehow my blog friends/family will find the folks from my past and say, “guess you didn’t know her in the later years–she was a woman of heart and phenomenal faith, and she was a hoot!”
I don’t know about the rest of your blogging friends. But I will have much to say. I will say “how could you have been so unaware and cruel? How could you not see the extraordinary talent, the loving heart, the beauty, the depth, the insistence on walking with God….the LOVE, the laughter, the great cook, the writing that is so beautiful that it makes the angels swoon? You have no concept of what a gift she is”….that is where I would begin…..
I knew I could count on your heartfelt love and loyalty, Kate–thanks a million.