Feeling My Immortality

I turn 50 this year...yup 1/2 a century old, 1/2 of 100 years old, 50...Fifty Years Old...

This has gotten me to thinking about my life, what I have accomplished, where I am.

I do have two children, 3 grandchildren, a wonderful husband (who also turns 50 a month before me...**snicker**). I think I have relatively good health, or so the Dr. tells me.

I do know that I am going to die though. At some time everything dies, plants, animals, people.

Die, Death, Dead....those words mean so much more now.

When you die, you are gone. You aren't here, you don't talk on the phone with your daughter, you don't attend a grandchild's school production. You aren't watching football or baseball or a Nascar race. You won't be going to any concerts...because you aren't here. You are Dead. Gone.

How will I be remembered? Will I be remembered? Oh, I know my children will remember me...often at first, then as time goes on memories will fade. I will always be there as their Mother. They will remember times and events, little things.

But after they are gone, who will remember me?

P.S. I haven't received any bad news or anything like that...just turning 50.