I was recently asked how do I want to be remembered? What an incredibly timely and often thought-about topic.
See, I am all about Legacy. I live my life every day in such a way that should I not wake up the next day, I hope that I will be remembered fondly. I leave each person in my life in such a way that should it be the last time we see each other, that memory would be good and not a regret.
Having said that, I am not living to die. If you knew my medical history, and how truly close I have come (several times) to dying from a chronic illness and related episodes, then it would make more sense. But I, more than most people, really don’t have a lot of time left and I can justify such a mentality. I want to build a legacy, and perhaps most importantly, I want to do it by changing the world, my world, one charitable of kind transaction at a time.
Let’s get this out of the way right away. I don’t want to be remembered in a lofty way. I don’t care for people to be in awe of honors, accolades, and accumulated wealth. I have earned very few honors, I hate accolades, and I am poor and expect to be until that day comes.
Here’s what I want. I hope that when I die, my son will honor my request to give me a casual service and an open bar. At that bar, I most desire that a glass would be raised to my character. I hope that my friends and acquaintances will remember me as a good guy, a charitable soul and that I made a difference to somebody. Then I want people to share stories of the weirdest/funniest/most awkward/stupid/embarrassing thing that I did or said in front of them.
See, I haven’t had much luck laughing at myself in my life. But I have no problem with others doing it for me. As long as their memories of me make them smile.
The Tao of Bill 