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  1. Jacky
    June 22, 2017 @ 4:43 pm

    I want to be remembered as a wise and kind old lady, a famous writer, a good friend.
    I want my husband to remember the love of his life who did everything she could think of to keep him happy; he should feel a warm glow whenever he imagines me there with him.
    I want my family to remember a helpful and successful daughter, sister, aunt …
    I want my pussycat to vaguely recall fresh turkey dinners and ear rubs. He should purr when he thinks of me.
    I want my friends to miss me but to be glad they once knew me.
    I want the world to remember a perceptive and interesting novelist.
    I want my own soul to remember a happy positive life.

  2. Julie T
    June 24, 2017 @ 5:27 am

    [Unedited, a little scary to share – especially seeing how far I am from so many of these wants. But here it is:] I want to be remembered as a writer, as a singer, as a woman who followed her heart and was not led astray. I want to be remembered for loving cows, and dogs, and cats, and all animals. I want to be remembered as the woman who was kind to bees and all critters. I want to be remembered as the one who moved beyond her criticism, to kindness. I want to be remembered as someone who mattered to those who mattered to me. I want to be remembered for walking the border places, the natural areas between. I want to be remembered as someone who cared. I want to be remembered as someone who made a difference. I want to be remembered in bee gardens and love songs and the millions of words I’ve written. I want to be remembered as a deep thinker, a philosopher, an oracle. I want to be remembered as a woman who guided the course of the world through the magic of her words. I want to be remembered for my walks through the forests and along streams. I want to be remembered for my photographs of the unseen around us, the unseen in the mundane, the magic in the mundane. I want to be remembered in the wind, I want to be remembered in the trees, I want to be remembered by the Green Woman who walks the land. I want to be remembered as the savior of in-between places, the wastelands, the places that “don’t matter.” I want to be remembered for having deep patience. (I have a lot of work to do to get to these places!) I want to be remembered in the ether as Nephie’s mom, Peaches’ mom, Molly’s mom, Mason’s mom, all the little creatures’ mother. I want to be remembered for helping others. I want to be remembered for adventuring, small and large. I want to be remembered in my writing and my photographs, stories that resonate and are shared and echo through the interwebs for eternity; memes that are shared long after I’m gone. I want to be remembered as a creative, original, self-directed woman who made beauty everywhere she went. I want to be remembered as an engaging teacher.

  3. kathryn
    June 25, 2017 @ 11:55 pm

    thanks for the prompt! my first time doing this:

    i want to be remembered as a light

    i want to be remembered as the leader of a parade with a drum in my hand and a crown on my head
    i want to be remembered as a baker of bread
    a dreamer of dreams
    a planter of sunflowers
    and a holder of hands
    a lover of dance
    a singer of songs

    i want to be remembered as
    a collector of pinecones
    a stroller down quiet country paths
    a forager of wildflowers
    and a collector of warm chickens eggs

    i want to be remembered
    wearing a polka dot skirt
    and a bight yellow jacket

    i want to be remembered as a grandmother who bakes crepes
    and makes her own rhubarb strawberry scones with jam

    but i have no children to remember me
    so i want to just be
    remembered

  4. A.
    June 29, 2017 @ 8:35 pm

    “I want to be remembered as:”

    His Mom.

    As someone who knew how to give. How to love. How to share and inspire and evoke and create and make joy. And laugh. And laugh and laugh and laugh. And hug. And be real.

    I want people to think of me with a teary smile. But the smile is bigger than the tears. They’re just there because maybe I did something nice for them once. Maybe I saw them. Or heard them. Or made a difference in some small, micro way.

    I want to be remembered as someone who looks people in the eye and really, really sees them. Who accepts them. Who celebrates them. Who is open and warm and inviting and safe.

    I made his world safe. I made his life special. I seeded the ground so he could grow and unfold into the man he will be. I didn’t make him. I didn’t create him. I simply laid the groundwork for his coming to … and he is magic. Perfect, sweet, magic. No one person could ever create such beauty and love. It simply comes into existence of its own volition. It’s been my honour and and the greatest gift given to me.

    I was his Mom.

  5. Nita
    July 13, 2017 @ 11:50 pm

    I want to be remembered as a person who loved and was loved.
    I want to be remembered as my mother’s daughter, because that is the highest honor.
    I want to be remembered as my brother’s sister, because that is the second highest honor.
    I want to be remembered as my partner’s lover, because that means that someone outside my family loved me, and that I loved him.
    I want to be remembered as a person who made a difference.
    I want to be remembered as a provider that a patient turned to in a time of need.
    I want to be remembered as a teacher that a student looked to for enlightenment.
    I want to be remembered as a mother that I will never be.

  6. sylvia arsenault
    July 21, 2017 @ 12:46 am

    I want to be remembered:
    Here are 5 people I know very well and how they want to be remembered.

    – I want to be remembered for being a loving, dedicated and nurturing mother
    – I want to be remembered for saving countless lives as a paramedic
    – I want to be remembered for the person who gave generously to countless charities
    – I want to be remembered as the coach who was instrumental at guiding one of the players to win the Nobel peace prize

    These SAME 5 people I speak of are presently incarcerated. Here is the beginning of their life story

    – I had 2 abortions prior to the age of 16
    – I murdered a man
    – I robbed banks for the first 40 years of my life
    – I am illiterate

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