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.