How do you want to be remembered?

Several years ago I wrote my obituary.  It sounds like a high school writing assignment doesn’t it?  But I did.  I wrote it a time in my life when I felt like I was at a new crossroads every day.  Family, friends, babies, career, live, life.  I wasn’t sad or depressed, just giving my life a lot of thought and the direction I wanted it to take.  Which made me think.  How do I want to be remembered?

I don’t believe in destiny.  Nothing is pre-determined.  I don’t think that I will end up at a certain place no matter what I do between now and then.  Do you?  The way I see it, I wouldn’t be where I am now in my life if I hadn’t made the decisions I did along the way.  That’s why I try not to regret anything I’ve done, for better or worse.  Had I not taken certain paths, I wouldn’t be where I am right now, and I really like where I am right now. Everything about it.

Where am I going with this?  My life.  Your life.  The things we do with it.  We work, we play, we love, hopefully a good balance of of all, and hopefully leave the earth in a little bit of a better shape than how it was when we got here.  I think all the deaths in the media lately have gotten to me and I’ve been thinking quite a bit.  So hang with me for a few minutes and I promise the next post will be on a lighter note.  Maybe featuring puppies, rainbows and babies.



Back to the obituary.   Here is what I wrote more than 5 years ago.  5 years ago people:

“…she is remembered for her warm heart, sense of humor and generosity.  She had a wonderful career but her real talents were in working with non-profit organizations around the world and helping millions of people with not only monetary donations but many hours of work and dedication.  She specifically focused on helping women and children who had been abused, mentally and physically.  She shared a passion with her husband for travel and adventure.  Together they also started a Foundation which supplies 100 scholarships a year to college students.  She became a renowned artist late in her career and currently has pieces featured in exhibits around the world.  She was loved by her husband, family and friends and will be missed.”

So, evidently I thought I’d be the awesomest person alive.  That artist thing and helping millions of people?  I’m still going to work on that.

I think I would just like to be known as a good person.  I want my children and my husband and my parents to be proud of me.  I want to raise my kids to be the best grown-up versions of themselves possible.   I’d like to make a difference in someone’s life, and I’d like to have some fun and adventure along the way.  That’s reasonable right?

Here’s the thing.  I don’t know how long I have to accomplish all that.  I don’t want to be saying, “when I retire then I’ll …” because life is unpredictable.

So, my new plan is to do all of those things, just work on them along the way.  So yeah, I’m getting on that artist thing and helping millions thing.  In the meantime, I’m just going to try to live in the now and have fun, live, love, and play.  And you know what, we should all try to be the awesomest person right?  Thanks for listening.


2 responses to “How do you want to be remembered?

  1. I always like to think I could start something later in life…like becoming an artist or an author, or finding a cure for cancer. You know, the simple things!

  2. Loved this post….I wrote something like that a while back too. It was a letter to my family and friends just saying how much I appreciated them, loved them and how my life wouldn’t be the same without them. My Mom came across it after we were giving my old computer away and it scared the heck out of her. I reassured her I was fine and just trying to be reflective on my life. Anyway, good post…

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