And when the day comes,
When my life is at the end,
Who will mourn me?
Who will remember me?
- Nawekulo Wanjugu
Do you ever wonder about your death? I do, a lot. Maybe a bit too much. Recently these thoughts have been focused on my bereaved. Who will they be? Who will tell my stories? Who will keep my memory alive? How many people will remember me? I don’t know why I concern myself with such thoughts when at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter. I will be gone, whether or not people mourn, I will no longer be here, at least not in my current physical form. Yet the question continues to swim in my thoughts, refusing to let me go. Who will miss me when I’m gone?
