Tuesday, April 23, 2019

Reflections on Immortality



Time again folks for one of my periodical reflections on life.  

I was prompted to write this blog after reading a fellow blogger's post on his reflections on immortality. Will he be remembered after he is gone.  

At one time I was concerned about how I would be thought about after I'm gone.  To be clear, after I die.  

I was also concerned would everything in my life be all tidied up and in order when I make my Final Exit. Now, I am not concerned.  Of course I'll try to make it as easy as possible for my friend and former boss who I have named as the executor of my estate to clean up all the loose ends when I die.  

When I was much younger than I am now I wasn't concerned with these things. But now as I approach my 79th year, having outlived most of my contemporaries, I think of these things.  

"Things" I used to worry about was what will happen to all the photos (over 100,000) and videos I have accumulated?  Who will take care and appreciate them?  Seriously, this used to cause me great concern. Not now, because after I'm gone I won't know the difference. Perhaps the main reason I have ceased to care is that every family member I have reached out to over the years has not exhibited one iota of interest in this rich history I have accumulated over my lifetime of myself and our family. They.Just.Don't.Care. They're too involved in their own lives to care about mine.  And perhaps that is as it should be.  Why should they care about me?  

I have finally come to the realization that all these photos and videos are for my pleasure and interests. And leave it there.

I have journals (diaries) that I've kept over the years. Again, of no interest or value to anyone but me.  

Presently I am finally getting rid of many of my accumulated possession through donations to thrift stores, advertisements for free items on the NextDoor app, and EBay. 

I am assuming the day will come when Bill predeceases me and I will be alone.  Or if I die before Bill it won't matter.  I hope I don't die before Bill though because he will be totally lost without me.  And I don't say that out of any sense of exaggerated sense of self importance but as a fact.  I sincerely hope that doesn't happen. 

When that day comes when I am alone here I'm not sure how I will handle that.  As regular followers of this blog know I have a very good friend in Pat, my Canadian Travel Buddy. Pat and I are very good friends but we will never live together. We're both too independent for that. Our "arrangement" works out fine now, we see each other four times (quarterly) a year. We have been doing that routine for six years now.  Works for us. 

I'm tired folks. 




8 comments:

Preston said...

I enjoy reading your blog. I’m in a similar situation, not many family members care about the family items I have or my recollection of my grandparents back in the day. It use to frustrate me, but now I just carry on and try to enjoy each day. Blessings to you. Preston in a SoFlo.

Travel said...

I surprised when I sorted out my father's house, offering everything to anyone in the family who wanted it, what things people took or wanted, and what no one wanted. Family photos, I think we kept about half of them, my sister has a couple of boxes of them, I have two smaller box. I have scanned most of what I have, sending digital copies to my siblings, and posting many online. No one has really acknowledged that. It is a ton of tedium.

nitewrit said...

Ron,

I told you before I'd be interested in your photos, at least a good many of them. I'd also be interested in your journals after you are gone. Like you, I hope Lois goes before me because I think it would be too hard on her being alone. I can handle it, even though I have never lived alone in my life. Of course, my daughter might remind with either of us when we go. She lives here now.

Lar

Ron said...

Preston,
Exactly how I feel! "Just carry on and try to enjoy each day."
Thank you for your comment.
Ron

Ron said...

Travel (David),
I am surprised and disappointed that no one in my family wants the my old photos. I'm glad I rescued my Mother's old photos from her house when she moved in with my other brother in South Carolina. If I hadn't, her house were she was living with my other brother (I have two younger brothers) would surely have burned them. He burned most of the things of hers that were in the house Not out of malice or anything like that, he just has no interest in that sort of history. I remember a long time ago seeing someone's old photo albums out in the trash on a wet, rainy day. No one wanted them. That I fear is the fate of my lovingly treasured old photos and albums but I have reconconciled myself to that fact and as another commenter said "carry on and enjoy each day."
Ron

Ron said...

Lar,
Thanks for your offer but when I'm gone, everything goes with me. I've given up on trying to preserve the family history. Most members of my family are more interested in keeping Trump in office and defending him than preserving our family history. To my dying day I will never understand their stupidity in supporting such an evil person who is contrary to everything we as Americans stand for but I think I have comes to terms with that sad fact. When my time comes I will go into that gentle night knowing I was on the right side of history.
Ro n

Ur-spo said...

Good for you to get rid of the rubbish

Coming from a family long in tooth and full up with genealogists I can assure you your memoirs and writing will be one day appreciated by someone in your family just many down the road.

You will bury us all.

Ur-spo said...

You will bury us all.