What will you think of me?

What will you think of me when I’m gone?

Will you remember me fondly?
or will you remember mostly
my faults and failures?

Will you remember any redeeming qualities?
Will there be a sense of fondness that remains
or an unpleasantness that turns into disdain?

Will you remember me as a giver
or only as a taker?

Will the wrong I’ve done dramatically out weigh the good?

Will you see me in light of your own humanity
or will you see me only in terms of your own expectations?


Will you see me
in antiquity
as a blessing or a curse?

Oh no, don’t get me wrong.
I’m not suffering from delusion.
I know who I am.
I know what I have been.
I am fully aware that I write my own epitaph as I live.
I’m not in doubt about the life that I’ve lived.
And I wrestle with my own questions still.

But this question is for you…..

What will you think of me once I’m gone?