by Christina Cimics

Created on: September 16, 2010

I often wonder when I pass from this life into the next, what will people say about me, what will they remember?   I imagine that my mother will remember how I was as a child, always ill and always into everything. I see her mind recalling all my accomplishments and none of my failures. I believe that she would remember me as a loving and caring, big hearted individual that she was proud to call daughter.  

My father will probably dredge up all the heartache and headache I caused as a teenager. He always said that my teen years made him old. I’d bet that he’d remember how comical I could be, and have memorized some of my funniest sayings. I’d expect my father to say he loved me and that I was his pride and joy.  

My little sister would miss me dearly. I can envision her thoughts going back to the days when we’d ride go-carts, or when we’d hike through the woods. I bet she’d remember all the little fights we got into and all the times we made up too. She’d probably tell the funniest stories of our shared childhood. I’d imagine that she would say that there could never be a better sister, despite all my faults.  

I presume that my children would remember how my arms would envelope them in love; how overbearing and over protective I could be. I suppose my daughter would say that I was a big pain in her ass, but filled a huge gap in her heart. My oldest son would probably remember how nurturing and smothering I was, and would probably miss it. My youngest son would remember how I made him laugh and how I held him when he cried. I wouldn’t doubt that they’d miss me every day of their lives.  

When I think of how my husband would remember me, I hope that he’d say I was a truly devoted, trustworthy and dependable wife. I believe he’d think back to how I made every effort to pull our family together in times of trouble and despair. I trust that he’d find that we were truly best friends in disguise, regardless of all our arguments and fights. I imagine that he’d know I would remain by his side, even after I have gone, just because I said I always would. More than anything, I believe my husband and everyone else would remember the love and passion I felt in my heart for people in general, but especially those closest to me. I believe they would remember me, smile and be happy to have known me.    

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