Every time someone dies, I remember their legacy and I apply it to my life, that’s how I celebrate their lives. For instance my mom was a doer. A lot of people talk shyt about what they were going to do but few do. My mom did. So I started doing. She was also a teacher. She always said that’s what she wanted to do—teach. During her funeral we discovered that’s what she was doing her whole life with everyone. Teaching when she could. I took those legacies of hers and kept those close to me. She was cremated. My grandma, my uncle, my cousins—each one, a legacy left behind that I carry now.
My grandpa died recently. He was humble and so modest. A man of few words. I’m learning to apply those things to my life.
For my funeral I just want to be cremated and I want people to just live by the legacy I leave behind. No crying. No pain. Because if you carry their legacies and memories they stay with you anyway.
Another good thread.