Have you ever heard the Nicole Nordeman song ‘Legacy‘? I will not leave a genetic mark on this earth after I pass. But what will I leave?
In the last 5 months I have attended two memorial services. Both of these women left behind husbands and an elementary school-aged child. One left this life very suddenly. The other had several months to prepare– she wrote a blog for her friends, a journal for her daughter, and a series of letters for her husband. I bawled for weeks. Not just for the loss of these great women, but also for all the past, present, and future that their children have lost.
Professor X lost his mother when he was six years old. He remembers almost nothing about her. Not the ways that she hugged him. The classes she took him to. The meals she cooked. The sound of her voice. The Flash is six years old. Marvel Girl is not even four. What legacy would I leave them?
And so, I have decided to periodically share more personal stories. If I were to leave this earth earlier than I had anticipated, would my children remember that I loved Coffee-Coffee-Buzz-Buzz-Buzz ice cream? Would they remember how I tried to organize their lunches, or drank a Diet Coke every day? Would they tell their friends the obnoxious songs I sang in the car, my OCD hand-washing tendencies, my groggy exercise routine? The highs, lows, and mundanes.
How will they remember me?