Using the Lens Properly: How Would You Like to be Remembered?

about 2 years ago

When it happened, I wrote the following lines. Today, I wanted to touch on it in a different way. Quite a while, but never long ago, I said good-bye to a beautiful friend. Anyone that was caught in the wake of her life loved her. It was how she lived and loved- that was the golden thread that stitched together the ordinary seams of her life. Funerals are as many collective mediations as tearful goodbyes to one person. We use the departed life as a lens to assess our own...So, I ask you, how would you like to be remembered?

I care too much about people. Is that even possible? Some people leave a hole in your heart that is impossible to fill. As we move toward the second half of our life, dealing with this kind of loss will (unfortunately) become more common and we will become more practiced in how to remember the best in people. I would hope that people could ferret out what was the best of me and overlook my shortcomings when they look back at what was me.

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I believe that most people are kinder to the dead than the living. I have seen legends made out of mere mortals. Let's hope they all remember us that way. Most people are way more critical of themselves than I would ever dream of being. I am of the philosophy that love shared can be kept for eternity. It is those kindnesses and love that come to mind whenever I think of people who are no longer with me. In the last few days, I have had friends send me messages of love, so I have to say that people never cease to amaze me with their eloquent words and how they flow through their minds. I am most lucky in life, to have so many wonderful people to share it with.

There are those times, those circumstances in life, people you love, they are no longer here where you can reach out and touch them, even so, the love they shared with us is not gone. Love shared can be kept for eternity.

So, I have to ask, because love doesn't seem to be a huge problem in getting or giving. Our world needs to be loved, don't you think? I don't know anyone who wakes up wondering what country they can take over this morning. Then again, I realize it doesn't happen that way, but, it is possible that many people woke up this morning wondering how they could make peace in the world.

How do you want to be remembered? Have you thought about it amongst the words and flowers? Here: Take a flower. #alwaysaflower

Delicate purple flowers nod their head. They not only live in harmony, it is the only way that they are more powerful in their statement. They are best together. Alone, they are just another pretty flower, but the impact is gone. I think about their perfect-ness and beauty.

All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.

It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.

Every once in a while, I like to visit my people in Arlington National Cemetery, then walk around to some random person,lay a flower or a rock on the top of the headstone, say their name, perhaps a prayer, and words of peace.

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The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

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@prydefoltz 74

about 2 years ago

We love the dead without expectation. That is the difference. Learning to love the living and life without expectation is the work of bodhisattvas. It is a blissful state when arrived at. Learning to love the dead without grief is a likewise state.

The photos have beautiful light and blur.

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@prydefoltz 74

about 2 years ago

To how I would like to be remembered ... without grief, of course:)

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