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Day 7: The thing(s) you’re most afraid of
My greatest fear is living (and then dying) in anonymity and obscurity. I don’t have children who will be obligated to remember me and tell their own children stories about me. So I’m hoping for remembrance and recognition outside the family.
It’s not that I want to die famous. I’ve zero aspirations of being a rock star or a movie idol or a sports legend (although I wouldn’t turn up my nose at being a best-selling author). I don’t expect that in the time I have left I can cure cancer or single-handedly bring about world peace.
I don’t want to be a household name, but I don’t want my life, my words, my deeds to be completely unnoticed. I want to believe that I have left a footprint in the sands of someone’s memory. I just want to have mattered enough that someone will read my obituary, attend my funeral, and maybe say to someone else, “Hey, that Michelle, she was alright. I remember when she…”
My biggest fear, brought to you by Jenni’s blog-every-day challenge at Story of My Life.
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