No one likes to dwell on thoughts of death, but the grim reaper is a visitor that likes to call uninvited. He doesn’t ring any door bells when he arrives otherwise he will not meet anyone at home.
So like a thief in the dead of the night, he slinks in!
Since death is an inevitable fact of life that can happen at any time, should it matter to us that our sojourn here on mother earth is remarkable?
Should it not matter to us that we live our lives in such a way that when we kick our individual buckets we would have left a mark that warms the heart of those who remember us and not a shudder of dread with a muttered “good riddance to bad rubbish?”
For all that it is worth, the part of leaving heartwarming thoughts behind appeals to me far better than being a grimace on someone’s face.
If I am well off enough to leave a few heirlooms to loved ones here and there, that would be very nice and dandy, but I think the most important things that I would like to be remembered for are encapsulated in these simple words:
”I came, I lived, I laughed and I loved.”
I came, because I am presently here and was purposefully brought into existence.
I am no mistake (no child is a mistake no matter the circumstance of birth).
By being myself
By doing what I love…writing, reading, learning, dancing, talking, drawing, eating and so on…
Living a purpose driven life.
By spending time with my loved ones.
Helping others and sharing with others as much as I can.
By being thankful.
By keeping healthy and exercising.
By mentoring and life coaching both for others and for my own benefit.
By keeping stress at a minimal level.
By dumping the negative thinking.
By forgiving and moving on.
By appreciating nature.
Growing a sense of humour even self-deprecatory humour is healthy.
Laughter is a healer. It is music and fireworks to the soul. Life is so much better with laughter and I want a life enriched with laughter.
I would love as much as my heart can expand and the heart can expand so, so much when we give it the chance to do so.
I want to live so that when I die, even the undertaker would be sorry that I am gone.
Not a particularly cheery topic right? However, when you dwell on it, it actually helps to streamline ones purpose and priorities.
So do tell, what part would you like to be remembered for? Heartwarming or Grimacing?
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
NaBloPoMo prompt – Wednesday, November 18
What do you hope people remember about you after you’re gone?