It brings to the attention the idea that after one is gone, will there be a remembrance? Will I have been impactful enough in someone's life that when they think about me after I'm gone they will smile or shed a tear? Will a love mourn me as if I was the only one she pined for or a friend pour out a drink or sing a song in my name? To wish to be more than a rotting gravestone to fleeting man is a form of immortality, of life after death. But mostly it is the true form of being loved....
brubs:
You are loved for everything that you share in this world, you have empathy, you are brave to share what you think, for real. Love you 🖤