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I do not want to expel my innermost feelings, like some sort of nattering ninny in a room which is progressively disinterested. After all, in our society, we encourage one another to be honest, when what we really mean is honestly lie.
How are you?
Fine.
How’s the family?
Busy.
Got any plans brewin’?
Oh, just the usual.
Have you had any deep emotional or spiritual experiences which have transformed you into a new creature in your journey on Planet Earth?
What??
With this in mind, I have decided to candidly present to you my feelings about dying—that moment when I will leave this Earth, or at least contribute my dust to its topsoil.
I want people to be devastated.
I want slobbering sobs.
I want people wondering whether they can go on without me.
I want my demise to be a topic of conversation beyond a single news cycle.
I want people to remember things that are probably fictitious, but still cast me in a great light.
I want people to note the vacancy left behind by me checking out of the room.
I want loved ones to keep loving me with the same intensity they did when I was alive—except having it enhanced by the realization that I am no longer among the tax-payers.
I want to be valued.
This is probably why I do noble deeds—or at least attempt to. Of course, there is an altruistic part of me that really does give a damn and wants to help people, but I also want to be remembered as someone who lended a helping hand.
I’m not one of those Bible-thumping sorts who believe “this world is not my home” and “I’m just passing through.”
I want an empty chair at the table, so people will remember I once filled it—often gluttonous.
I want to be treasured, and if that means my loved ones lose a few hours of sleep, shed some tears and shake their heads, speaking of how unfair it was for me to be taken, then so be it.
Of course, I also realize that much of this is highly unlikely. With the several thousand people I may know, and the several hundred who have personal contact with me, and the few dozen who share intimate details, I will be very fortunate if there is one.
Yes, if there’s just one person who gets to the funeral luncheon and can’t eat because I’m not there.
If there’s just one who sits around with other people, refraining from discussing how good the honey baked ham truly is, it will be sufficient.
If there’s just one who sits in a dark room and conjures memories that are so rich and full that it seems my presence hangs in the air, it will be enough.
Because that one person could remind the others, and then the others can be stirred to good thoughts.
I know it’s silly. I don’t care.
I don’t want to be part of a genealogy. I don’t want to slip through the cracks of a gravestone.
I want one blessed, holy, sweet person to wonder what he or she is going to do since I have vacated the space.
Just one.
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