How do you think you’ll be remembered after you’re gone?
How would you want to be remembered?
For the last couple of weeks these questions have played on mind because of Roy Bullers (pictured above) who sadly passed away on 24th January 2014. He led an extraordinary life and enriched the lives of so many people around the world. And due to the legacy he leaves behind, I question how I will be remembered when my time has come and gone.
At the service tribute was paid to Roy’s life – good words spoken by good people. Whilst I could never hope to vocalise my thoughts, certainly not before a crowd, I offer my own tribute in the best way I know how, via the written word.
Dear Human beings,
I’ve decided to start the new year with a complaint. Whilst I don’t consider myself to be perfect, I feel I am nowhere near the same level as some of you on the Moron Scale. That statement does not stem from arrogance, it is simply a fact.
I am neither a young pup – brash, brazen, wide-eyed and full of whimsical heady ideas of what life has in store, nor am I an ancient, wrinkled old codger with but a thimble of sand left in my timer.
And as a morally balanced, reasonably intelligent and erudite member of this race I am unable to hold my tongue on the little things you do every day that drive me bat-shit crazy.
This year good ole Blighty was blessed with a hot summer that eased gracefully into autumn. Leaves transformed into a kaleidoscope of lush golds and vivid reds. The aroma of fireworks and frosty mornings carried on the crisp breeze. Sounds delightful doesn’t it?
The changing season ushers in an atmosphere of anticipation of what winter may bring us – fireworks, beautiful frosty mornings, Santa Claus and his red-nosed pal, snow men, snow days, snow angels and every other good memory we associate with frozen water crystals.
I expect readers of this post will be split into three categories: