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Wednesday, June 08, 2005

How do you want to be remembered?

How do you want to be remembered?

That is a question most people dont think about and when asked it gives them great and utter pause. Because most people don't know how they want to be remembered.

I guess the better question is will people remember you and how will they remember you?

This is a question I had not pondered much until a read a somewhat sad but insightful entry in Nathan Jone's Smalltownboy blog on here.

He talked about an estate sale he had been to and how horribly impersonal it all was. This was someone's life being sold and no was giving a second thought as to who these people were or had been in their life.

Now this brings me to something that I absolutly adore doing. Spending entire weekend days in smart and comfortable shoes and clothing, trolling around flea markets and second hand shops. I had never thought about it but a lot of the stuff you encounter in these sorts of places is the same type of thing you might get at an estate sale. I have in my life known people that have opened a flea market booth with items out of say their grandmother's house. This has all made me stop and think is this all your granny meant to you? It is very sad to me that we live in a world where so much and so many are forgotten.

I freely admit that there are things I want in my grandmother's house when she is gone, but I dont want them to sell later. I want them so that parts of my Granny will continue to live on and be preserved. I want to look at that armoir she has in her bedroom and stop and be reminded of being little and being enamored of the art deco style of it. I want all of the old records we use to listen to while we baked or cooked and just in general spent time together.

I guess my overall thing here are we all just doomed to fade away into oblivion when we are gone?

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