Today, the Jar begs the question:
What would you like to be remembered for?
Although, I was playing editor again for you. The Jar really asked "What would you like to be remember for?" Past tense, Jar. Past tense.
My month-long (or was it longer?) Jar hiatus made me forget just how hard these questions can be. This is the kind of question that makes me feel like I'm bragging, because, honestly, what am I supposed to say? "I want to be remembered for my *tardiness. I want to be remembered for my bad habit of *picking my arms. I want to be remembered for my special knack for *disorganization and *less-than-ideal housekeeping skills. I want to be remembered for my *poor-planning days full of whimsy." That doesn't grab you, does it? It doesn't cry out "Eulogy" in my mind.
I don't know if the Jar is asking for a eulogy, it's just what this feels like. Like we're talking about me after I've left my body and the green, green earth.
So, rather than crowing on and on about what I think I would like to be remembered for, I'm going to take a different route. In true Larrie's blog fashion, I'm going to enlist the help of you, my lovely readers. If you were asked to speak at my funeral, or... if you're scared of public speaking or just scared of funerals... you were asked to contribute something to another person's talk at my funeral, something that you remember me for, what would YOU say? (you can say something even if you have never met me for real, as is the case with select readers)
I will give said speaker one item that I would like to be remember for, postmortem:
I would like to be remembered for making those around me feel good. I hope I'm remembered in the same way I think of my grandma: Sunshine in human form. *Sniff, sniff.* I'll miss you, Clancy.
Post Edit: I'd also like to be remembered for my desperate love of Frisbee.
*all very likely things that I will be remembered for... (Larrie, look how awesome your blog is! I copy you all over the place!)