After mocking ShopCurious the other day, I was disarmed by the playful response from the site’s creator, Susan. On her ShopCurious blog, she poses the question, What would you like to be remembered for?
I think it’s a great question and not at all a morbid one, despite my husband’s tendency to flip out when I mention my death or my funeral arrangements. Most people don’t like contemplating their existence, let alone the fact that it’s finite. Like Woody Allen, I don’t mind dying, I just don’t want to be there when it happens!
I used to worry about the way people might remember me: I figured they would open my drawers and shriek, “God, did this bitch hoard cashmere sweaters!” That alone made me want to make sure to live forever. Or to give the sweaters away while I had the chance.
But something about Susan’s blog caused me to stop and ponder the question. It’s a hard one. I tried to answer it but I think that at different times in your life, your perspective changes, sometimes radically, and your answer may change as well.
I’m more sure of what I don’t want to be remembered for. I don’t want to be remembered as someone who never lived up to her potential. I don’t want to be remembered for any kind of betrayal. I don’t want to be remembered for caving in to outside pressure. Most of all, I don’t want to be remembered for failing my children, and that is clearly the toughest challenge.
Thinking about Susan’s blog, it also occurs to me that I don’t want to be remembered for closing my heart to an offer of friendship. I’m here for you Susan, even though I made fun of that horrible rat necklace.
May you all enjoy your Dio de los Muertos !