Do you ever wonder if people will remember you after you die? Or how about how long until you’re completely forgotten, as though you’ve never existed?
I think about this a lot when I visit abandoned cemeteries that are completely overgrown with weeds and the tombstones are weathered to the point that you can no longer read the inscriptions on them. Some of these graves date back to the 1700’s. judging by the fact that the cemetery is completely abandoned, and the date which these people died, it’s safe to assume that anyone who ever knew this person is now dead as well. This person is now completely lost in time. It’s hard to wrap my head around that. An entire life… lost and forgotten. We’ve only lived 1/3 of our lives. And anyone here can say, so much has happened to each of us. Enough to write a book. Volumes of books even. Now tack on another 50+ years to that. Now imagine all those experiences of your life just vanishing. 30 years after your death, only your children will remember you. 50 years after your death, everyone you’ve ever known, is now dead too. You’re lost in time. A leaf that fell off a tree and landed itself into oblivion.
