How Do You Want To Be Remembered?

What the?????  I woke up this morning and went to the bathroom.  When I looked in the mirror some “old dude” with thinning gray hair and tired eyes was staring back at me.  It creeped me out until I realized… CRAP!  The old dude was me!!!!!!!  

Life’s greatest joke is that while you’re young, you think time marches ever so slowly… then when you realize it’s actually racing by, it’s too late! 

I read on Facebook that my cousin is getting ready for her 50th high school reunion. Fiftieth?  How can that be?  When did she even get to BE 50, let alone celebrate 50 years since a milestone in her life?  How’d that happen?  More importantly, WHEN did it happen?  I myself have reached an age where I’d love to go BACK to age 50…  When did THAT happen? 

I’ve been going through some old photos lately. I was a huge picture taker in my youth, capturing not only milestones and celebrations, but the simple moments in the day-to-day life of my family and friends. There was something about seeing those faded photographs of wonderful memories that quite literally, had my life passing before my eyes.  It has thus far been a very good life. Oh it has had its share of ups and downs but that’s what life is; a series of good and bad times.  It’s the lesson you learn from each experience that helps you to grow and become the person you are today.  The best part is; we are all constantly growing and evolving. The choice is ours, we can complain about the bad things that befall us and blame them for not becoming the person we know we should be… or, we can rise above the ashes to live an inspired life. 

Getting back to the photos; I worked on restoring several of them and shared them on my Facebook page.  The response they received was so heartwarming.  These tiny moments captured on film also sparked a joyful nostalgia for many others who have shared life’s path with me.  Though their comments, I could almost see the smiles on their faces. 

Yes, life does indeed move quickly.  Far more quickly than we realize, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t take a moment to stop and smell the roses. It’s nice to reflect on the good that we’ve been blessed with. Being aware of the good in our past, will help us with our future. For if there is no other lesson we learn from life, we will always know that things will continue to change.  If we’re going through a bad time at the moment, we should take solace in the fact that one day (sooner than you think) this too will merely be a story from our past.

 I was especially touched by the wonderful things people posted about my mother.  Although she has been gone for nine years now, she is still remembered by those whom she touched as, “elegant,” “loving,” “beautiful inside and out” and as my cousin Marcia put it, Aunt Trudy had something amazingly different and special about her than anyone I have ever known.” There were dozens of comments about her and these were not by any means, all from her family, but from friends, neighbors, in-laws and just about anyone she had come in contact with during her 78 years on this earth.  I find that inspiring!  That’s how I would want to be remembered as well. 

So I say to all my young friends, nieces, and nephews; make good choices, be kind to others, love with all your heart, take care of your health and take time in your day to thank God for what He’s given you (seriously, five minutes of prayer to start and end your day). One day you will find that these things are all that truly matters.  In the end, a man is not judged by what he made… but by how much he loved and the way he touched others. That’s what they’ll remember.


and Now

Until next time,


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One response to “How Do You Want To Be Remembered?

  1. Sherri Fuchs

    Well said!

    Sent from my iPhone

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