How Will I Be Remembered?
What will they say about me? Those whom I hold so dear? What will they remember best? When I am no longer here?
Will they recall mistakes I've made? Battles, I never won? Moments of pain I've caused them? Things I have left undone?
Will they censor my human failings? And wihs I'd been noble and stong? Will they scoff at the hopes I nurtured? The dreams that somehow went wrong?
Or will they be moved by compassion? Directed from Heaven above To temple their judgment with kindness Momories with love
You must be able to do three things To love what is mortal To hold it against your bones Knowing your own life depends on it And when the time comes to let it go To let it go
By Mary Oliver
Sam and wife Catherine
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