Even if I do not wish to leave anything, I suppose I will leave something after I am gone. I have met people, done stuff and said something, and memories will stay in someone’s heart as memories of those who have left me remain in mine.
I am ready to disappear any time. Not that I have a death wish or nothing like that. And, I do not want to make my mom sad. This outliving everybody thing, however, isn’t much fun.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Don’t You Forget About Me.”
“Imagine yourself at the end of your life. What sort of legacy will you leave? Describe the lasting effect you want to have on the world, after you’re gone.”