I once jokingly said to George, “I want to be a legend after I die”…to which he said “in your own mind, or in others?”. I just looked at him and suddenly giggled. “I guess in someone else’s mind, actually. I already am in my own”. He (of course) rolled his eyes at me and changed the subject.
When I saw the prompt today I thought about that mini-conversation again. I want to be remembered when I am gone from this world. Not for the various things I accomplished, but with fondness and love.
I don’t care if people remember I won an award, or gave testimony at a state congress, or changed the way people in my community think about addictions or domestic violence. I don’t care if they remember how many times I protested against racial inequalities or sexual assault or child abuse.
I want to be remembered as the person who loved. Without conditions.
I want my children to feel good when they think of me. I want them to know unequivocally that they were loved for themselves and not whatever they did.
I want my friends to remember that I loved them and accepted them for who they are without judgment or wanting to change them.
If I can do that then I will be a legend.