I want to be remembered for the things I did, the person I was, and the people whose lives I made an impact on in some way.
I want to be remembered for the things that I did. The poetry that was written in dark lounges and bright halls every day, and the words that were spoken to crowds and individuals alike; the music that was learned, perfected, messed-up, and ad-libbed just for the sheer amusement of it all; the sword-swinging and shield-bashing for the kids (and indeed, the “kid” in all of us) in the absolutely hellish-yet-amazing 3 months in the Florida summer and fall; the dancing and motion of light, fire, and bodies on the dance-floors strewn across this land like a string of jewels; and the expressions of logic and complexity in the code I have yet to learn about and write that may yet change the way we see how we interact with computers and information.
I want to be remembered for the person I was. I want people to remember me as the person who was there for them when they needed it, who could be depended-on at any time of the day or night; I want people to remember that I was sometimes just as weak or just as strong as they were on the inside and that I wanted to help as many of my friends as possible be as strong and as wise as they could be; I want people to remember that I was both terrified and excited by life and its unknowable twists and turns, and that they were welcome to come along for the ride; and most of all, I want people to remember that I tried my hardest to be the best person I could possibly be, and made it my goal to be as good a person as I possibly could.
I want people to remember the impact I made on their lives. I want people to remember me and the times they were able to talk openly with me about what was troubling them, what their hearts desired most in life, and what they thought about the world around them; I want people to remember that even without any idea of what they were talking about, I could help comfort them and provide them a leg to stand on when they felt as if their mind and thoughts were faltering; I want people to remember that they could come to me with their most creative thoughts and know that I would help them with it however I could; and I want people to remember that for my lack of knowledge, I was the person they needed and could bounce ideas off of.
That’s what I want people to remember me for. That’s what I want people to remember at my farewell party, not my funeral. I want people to be happy for the time I was able to spend with them, not the time spent apart.