Instilling Memories
“It's like the old saying: The only funeral you really want to attend is the only one you can't.”
How do we want to be remembered? One woman wrote in to say that she is fighting her battle with cancer not just to live longer, but for her children. They are only 1 and 3, she wrote, and she is trying to hang on long enough to instill memories of her within them. She is fighting to be remembered, not in any particular way, just as herself. As their mother.
Her e-mail stuck with me. We all want to make our mark in the world somehow. Doesn't have to be high profile. Although if someone wants to be remembered for curing cancer, let me know — we'll all help. But most of us are not going to be famous. Our lives — or our deaths — will not be on the front pages of the newspaper. And that's just fine with me.
I've thought about what kind of mark I will have left. I'm pretty well known within the journalistic community. Lots of awards, statues on a shelf, all of that. But that's not really who I am. That's what I do. I'm afraid that I'll be remembered mostly for my laugh. It's pretty loud. OK, really loud. But I guess there are worse things to be remembered for.
It's like the old saying: The only funeral you really want to attend is the only one you can't. People always say nice things about the deceased, but the deceased never get to hear them. It's tempting to leave some sort of farewell message, but actually, I think that's a little creepy.
No, I would like to be remembered as someone who was a good friend. Someone who fought for what he believed in. Someone who spoke for those who couldn't speak for themselves. And I'd like to be remembered as being much slimmer than I really am — and with more hair.
But the more I think about it, the more I think that woman who wrote in is right. She wants her children to remember their mother. Just for who she is. I guess I would want the same thing. I would like to be remembered for who I am — the good parts and the bad parts, too. As another person who just tried to do his best. That's enough.
They say that when you die, you live on in the memories of your friends. I can't think of a better resting place.
6:41 AM ET | 07-13-2006 | permalink

