We wake up, get work, go back home and rinse and repeat – or at least it feels that way sometimes. In truth, there are a million moments in between where we interact with others and we can’t help but wonder what folks will think about us once we aren’t showing up, perhaps once we are gone. Some very thoughtful members of the community share their thoughts on this with us below.
Robin Petering
I don’t think about this often, or even ever, and maybe I should, but I do trust that whatever story people tell about me when I’m gone will be a really, really good one. Read more >>>
Franceasca Seiden
I hope the story people tell about me is that I never shied away from the truth. That I turned my life, with all its chaos and beauty, into something useful for others. Not a perfect story, but an honest one. Read more >>>
Taz Garcia
I hope people say I was someone who genuinely wanted to make a difference. Someone who gave back because I’ve seen darkness early on, growing up during war. I did what I loved and lived by an honor code I learned from martial arts. I always practiced what I preached and stayed true to my values no matter what. Read more >>>
Luis Estrada
I hope people just remember my art id hope that my art speaks for itself. But if not that then just that I never gave up on my passion. Art has changed my life in so many ways and the fact that I get the contribute to the music scene I love so much has been enough for me Read more >>>
Ronnie Pope
The story I hope to tell people when I am no longer on this earth is that, you can be anything you want to be. What I want people to take away from me is that, If you have a dream chase it with all your heart. I want people to know that if you have a dream, it was GOD given. You were chosen. Read more >>>
Thelá Thatch
I hope people will remember that I showed up consistently with integrity, empathy, and courage. I want them to say that I created spaces where people could be themselves, contribute meaningfully, and feel empowered to lead. Read more >>>
Shaahin Cheyene
The Egyptians believed that every person dies twice: once when the body dies, and again when the last person who knows your name speaks it for the final time. I’ve always loved that idea. Read more >>>
Eshaana Sheth
Oh, fuck, what a loaded question. I was at a wedding recently, after which I came back and sobbed about this question. I had a pretty bad mental breakdown, which happens from time to time with cancer, because my biggest fear is not having enough time to cement an artistic legacy or find my place in the world. Read more >>>
