On legacy. One day I was in a seminar where I was not wanted. The participants assumed it was over my head, and in many ways it was when it came to jargon, but when it came to having the right answers, I was the champion. The teacher warned the class not to underestimate me. So at the end of class, the teacher came up to me and said that I should write a book for my legacy. I suggested that that was how a man might leave a legacy, but for most women, we see legacy as leaving children to remember us. He had three girls and expected them all to be writers, it never occurred to him that there might be another way (abet not the only way) to leave a legacy.
That story made me remember the Barbara and Dave's from my life. We never know when our ticket will be called but my hope is to positively impact a few people who may someday remember to mention my name, at least for the next generation.
This column comes at a particular poignant time. My mother passed away recently (far too soon) and my sisters and I are planning her celebration of life for next month. Our father died in 1969 at age 47. My mom was twice his age at her death. I miss them both terribly.
Memories of relationships of your youth should never feel unimportant. Even if you didn’t interact as adults that often. I cherished being a kid/young person. Carefree..
Not today
Beautifully written.
Not today, Laura. ❤️
Dad. : (
On legacy. One day I was in a seminar where I was not wanted. The participants assumed it was over my head, and in many ways it was when it came to jargon, but when it came to having the right answers, I was the champion. The teacher warned the class not to underestimate me. So at the end of class, the teacher came up to me and said that I should write a book for my legacy. I suggested that that was how a man might leave a legacy, but for most women, we see legacy as leaving children to remember us. He had three girls and expected them all to be writers, it never occurred to him that there might be another way (abet not the only way) to leave a legacy.
Poignant tributes.
Makes me wish I knew Barbara and Dave, too.
Not today, Cesar.
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On another note, I DO NOT miss “Seven Other Things.”
I vote you ditch the daily, deadline-driven burden and hassle of curating “Seven Other Things.”
$500 bet that less than 20% of your readership would balk at the discontinuation of “Seven Other Things.”
“Seven Other Things” is never my WHY for opening Understandably. I am here for your original content.
(Email me for the third part of my statement, Bill.)
That story made me remember the Barbara and Dave's from my life. We never know when our ticket will be called but my hope is to positively impact a few people who may someday remember to mention my name, at least for the next generation.
This column comes at a particular poignant time. My mother passed away recently (far too soon) and my sisters and I are planning her celebration of life for next month. Our father died in 1969 at age 47. My mom was twice his age at her death. I miss them both terribly.
Not today: Mike Debbie Dad/Ed Mom/Virginia Aunt Ceil Aunt Pat Natalie
Memories of relationships of your youth should never feel unimportant. Even if you didn’t interact as adults that often. I cherished being a kid/young person. Carefree..
Not today Marilyn, Nick, Anita, Ron.
Brought up tears, first time your writing has done that.
Not today Arthur, and not as long as I have breath in me.
Not today, Cory #misshim #luvhim
That was awesome Bill, one I will definitely hold on to:
Not today ….. David
Not today …… Barry
Not today …... Buddy
Not today Dad, Ray, grampy, gig,nana,Nona.
Not today, Pop. https://www.whitenoise.email/p/pop-eulogy
Ben Gall, who professionally became Scott Kenyon, and the brother I never had… NOT TODAY SCOTT.
Not today, Viviana.