Jilda and I wrote a song some time back with our friend Tracy. The title was "How Will I Be Remembered."
When I started thinking about a column for next Sunday's paper, I was thinking about doing it on this subject.
One of the self-help books I read recently said that thinking about your epitaph is a good exercise - what will people say about you when you die. It was supposed to make you consider your values and how your were spending your time. I found the topic a little morbid and didn't think about it much until I started working on the column this evening.
I decided to do a quick search on epitaphs and what I found was very interesting. Some of them were poignant some were profound and some were downright funny.
One I saw said:
I Told You I Was Sick!
Another read:
Here lies an Atheist
All Dress up and No Place to Go
Not sure how I'd like to be remembered but I'm not sure there could be a better tribute than:
A Friend 'till the End
Rick,
ReplyDeleteYour blog today is along a line I have considered many times in the last 5 to 10 years. As I recall people I have known and met in my life I ponder how each of them might have answered if I had asked "How'd I do?(When I met you).
I have to consider too, the answers of a specific individual may have been quite different on different days or in different years.
Good Luck with your columns. May your distribution list grow daily. I will save a spot for you when I get my newspaper going. Just don't turn down the N.Y. Times waiting on me.
Ken