Allow me to indulge in a moment of extreme narcissism.
Okay. If I die tomorrow...
How will I be remembered?
A good daughter, sister, friend and person?
"Her smile lightens the whole room", bla bla bla?
Had I made a difference in someone's life? Shaped who they are? An important aspect of their perspectives? What impression had I left those whose lifepaths had crossed mine?
Or will people only remember the ugly side of me?
Isn't it a little too late to pile accolades on people...posthumously?
Do we receive enough hugs, love, words of encouragement and affirmation of who we are while we're still alive?
Sometimes, I wonder.
After V Tech, and after an accident I saw on the road with a man in a pool of blood, I told myself, I will not go like that. But you never know. We're not invincible.
Life is as such.
I hope I will be remembered well.