Do I want to be remembered when I am gone?

Yes, I do, but I also know that eventually, I will be forgotten.

That is OK.

What I really want is to contribute something that blends with other somethings and makes a difference in the world for good.

Then, I want that new something that is blended with other somethings to take on a life and identity of its own and grow and be remembered for what it is, something positive, affirming, and compassionate.

That is what I really want to be remembered.

Then, if someone thinks of Old Tom, I hope they will think of that.

My stone will read the day of my birth and the day of my death, but all the living will have been done in the tiny dash between.

God guides and God multiplies. God corrects and God redirects.

Our times are in God's hand. Our purpose is both hidden and revealed in God's purpose.

From the point in time that I occupy, something oozes or explodes. However it is released, it cannot be contained, good or bad.

I like the idea of being remembered, but I like, even better, the idea of leaving some seed worth remembering that brings for a root, shoot, and fruit worth remembering whether or not I am forgotten.

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