Friday, April 17, 2020

I Was

Legacy. Remembrance. How do you want to be remembered? I thought of this today. A woman I know posted something on her Facebook wall: "We've reached the point where people simply want to argue. Blech. Get off FB and read a book or something, would you please?" And Laurel's right.

I have an explanation for their behavior: because they don’t have anyone to tell it to. Verbal violence = people who feel unheard. So they shout. Verbal violence = impotence.

But then I thought about it. If I should die before I wake, how would I like to be remembered? What if Facebook were my obituary. The road map of my temperament. The tale of my final days. Each post a Hansel and Gretel trail to my immortal soul.

I’d like to think I was thought kind. Faithful. Interesting. I’d like to think one could see the joys of my life. I have a loving family. I hope I’ve reflected that. We have great fun as a family. I hope I’ve reflected that. We have strong faith in my family. I hope I’ve reflected that. I hope I’ve reflected I cherish my friendships. Honor the truth. Trumpet the righteous. And thirst for justice.

I hope I don’t seem melancholy. Or angry. Or full of hate.

If I should die before I wake, I hope one would know that I felt loved, felt satisfied, felt welcomed, felt sad, and felt scared.

And I knew I was heard.