How I Want To Be Remembered



I wrote the entry below sometime in December 2008 and I think it's high time I bring it up again, considering what I am going through right now. The time has come for me to again have a look at the life I've lived so far and see where I could have done better.

Whereas I opined that they were morbid thoughts before, today, I look at them as more of a reality, y'know?

I’ve always been instinctive to a point of being superstitious. And for the last 6 months or so, I’ve been having recurring dreams of death and dying and majority of them always involved a car crash. I always struggled in trying to grasp what they meant then but now, today, all I can do is smile because I understand what the dreams meant.


Anyways, this is for the benefit of those who just recently joined me in my journey, specially My Little Girl and The Kent Girls, who have touched my life is such a way I never knew possible.

Have a read and maybe, you’ll know how I want to be remembered when I’m finally called to the graces of the Almighty.

Here goes:

"At times, when I lay awake in the wee hours of the morning unable to sleep for no apparent reasons, I sometimes, well lots of times actually, wonder how I will be remembered when my days in this world are over.

Morbid thoughts?

Perhaps so but even if I really don’t want think about it, mostly because that would be mean that I would have to think about death, sometimes it just creeps into my subconscious mind and there’s nothing much I can do but face them.

How will I be remembered?

I don’t know, really. I can only hope that I would be remembered for the right reasons. I want to be remembered for the good things I have done; for the amazing works I have created; for the generosity I have shown; for the things I have shared with the people around me; for my superb Air Jordan collections and love of Ralph Lauren’s (ok, the last two are so superficial but I would most likely to be remembered for them! LOL)


The truth is, I don’t really know how I would be remembered. No one would know how they would be remembered. The only way to surely know is when we’re actually gone. And that is the scariest thought. After all, we live in a world where pretense is the name of the game; where we people we trust are the ones that betray us the worst.

How will I be remembered?

I don’t know and I guess I would never know till I’m gone.

But if I have my way, I would want to be remembered as a good son that made my parents proud; the best man ever for My Small Baby; a trusted friend to my brothers and most important of all, a humble servant to the benevolent Allah.

How do you want to be remembered?

I know how I want to be remembered.

Forever."


Guess what?

I still want to be remembered the same way and for the same reasons. This time however, I would like to add a few things that I hope to be remembered for and by.

Hmmm. Let’s see.

I would like to start with being remembered for someone who was a great marketer and one who truly changed the brands that I worked on.


I also would like to be remembered as someone who cared to share whatever knowledge I had with the people who wanted to learn.

I want those who knew me to vouch for my voracious appetite to live life to the fullest and bear witness to the fact that I did live my life the way I wanted.

I want people to remember me as someone who was a great friend; someone who was there for them in their times of needs, even if they were not there for mine.

And of course, I want to be remembered as someone who knew how to love; someone who never compromised when it came to love.

And all I can hope for is that I too was loved.

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