For my girls (and a little bit for me), PART 30

30. List 10 things for which you would like to be remembered.

I want to be remembered for being a rock star ballerina who was the first female president of the United States.

It would be a tasty little treat to be remembered as the creator of the World’s Greatest Salsa. Yes, those words are capitalized. I want the official title based on a worldwide survey and a unanimous vote. 

And wouldn’t it be nice to be remembered as the most perfectly beautiful woman the world has ever known? The one who caused People to stop naming the most beautiful woman in the world each year because they choose me as the most amazingly gorgeous woman the world could ever know?

Ha.

None of those things will ever come true. Clearly. But maybe there are a few things I can be remembered for that are a little more likely.

Please remember me as someone who spoke up against the world’s wrongs, no matter how small or great they might’ve been. Maybe I was able to affect change, and maybe I wasn’t, but I would like to be remembered as someone who was never afraid to speak up.

I want to be remembered as someone who offered good advice and also took it when needed.

Is it possible you can remember me for my love of cooking and of feeding people and forget my dislike of cleaning the kitchen?

Long after I am gone, remember that I loved people for who they were on the inside and not the outside and who they were in Life and not in relationships.

Red is my favorite color. Try to remember that when you plan my funeral and everyone wants to wear black. No. Red. Lots of it.

It would be nice if my friends would remember me as someone they trusted and enjoyed knowing.

I would like for you to remember my sense of humor and know that it came directly from my Daddy. Yes, it is sarcasm-based and a little offbeat, but I like to think my friends find it at least a little endearing.

Remember that I loved to write. I am not the world’s greatest writer, and it’s highly unlikely I will ever publish anything other than self-publishing three copies of this blog series for you girls. Don’t remember what I did or did not accomplish through writing. Just remember that it was important to me.

It would be a nice compliment to be remembered as someone who was helpful and courteous to everyone I met, regardless of their ability or desire to return the favor. That is not always the case, but I try.

And finally, to my Sarah, to my Aubrey, and to my Zoey, let me say, “Thank you.” Thank you for listening to my ramblings through all these pages and not judging me for my less-than-perfect answers. Thank you for the cherished opportunity to be your mother and to share your journey through Life.

More than anything, please remember me as someone who loved you. I always have, and I always will.

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About Rebecca Mixon

If you attend my funeral, please wear red. Make sure my loved ones do not bury me in shoes, and make sure they don't let the undertaker make me look ridiculous. I want beautiful music and lots of storytelling. All that will be great once I'm gone from this Earth. But, while I'm here, give me my flowers while I live. It has come to my attention lately that we don't "give people their flowers" until it's too late for them to enjoy the beauty, the colors, the sentiment. I'm changing that. The people in my life will know how they are appreciated and loved, and they will smell the aroma of their flowers as often as I get the chance to tell them. This blog is about the blessings in my life. Mainly, it's about the people who keep my world spinning on a good axis and help me realize that work, bills and stress mean nothing. Family counts. The rest is just gravy.
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