If I were to die tomorrow, would you remember me?
What would you remember about me?
Just saw this movie (while running after Goosh, feeding him, trying to convince him its bed time etc). Dunno its name. A guy finds this book that has the dates when everyone is gonna die.
Feeling as low as I am – dont ask me why, PMS me thinks – morbid thoughts struck – would anyone miss me if I died tomorrow? What would they remember about me?
Of late – or rather the last 1 year – I’ve been a crabby bitch. Crabby. Exasperated. Exasperating. “overwhelmed”. Almost always.
How would HD remember me – the chirpy young girl I used to be? Or the crabby pain-in-the-wrong-place fretter that I’ve become?
Would Goosh remember me?
He smiled up into my eyes as I thought this. And I realised that he’s not going to remember these days once he grows up. He wont know his Mommy.
And I hated that thought.
Friends. Well..I wonder if it’ll matter much to them. Scattered around the globe as we are. Barely in touch. Everyone too lost in their own lives.
Damn. Note to self – dont ever watch movies like that agiain.