Whoooo are you?

Had a conversation with my bestie, aka the hubs, about who we knew our parents were during our formative years.
The question “I wonder who our kids will say we were?” was pondered.
We have our answers, from our point of view, but considering the dysfunctional aspects, theirs could be vastly different.
  I used to be upset with my mom and critical of my grandmother’s ways. However, life has shown me that 98.9% of all parents are humans trying to make the world a better place for our off spring. (That term has always caused me to giggle, “off spring”.)
   We were at the beginning of life also off spring, playing the cards we were dealt. We often struggle, present tense, with who we are and the whys of it. We also have our own opinions about “who” people believe themselves to be, but in the long run, it’s not our cross to bear. This time in what will be history one day, offers and entire alphabetical charcuterie of choices, up to and including choosing to make no choice at all. 🤷‍♂️
  But at the end of it all, most of us want to be remembered fondly, sadly, and with a sense of loss. Never with a “good riddance to bad rubbish” Heaven forbid!
  I agree that some should never be allowed to reproduce, but that’s for another soapbox. This is about the realization that transitioning from breathing to not breathing is inevitable. The hope is to have achieved what you were sent here to do.
  Whether you subscribe to the religious views of a higher power or not, we each have a place and an assignment.
  I can recall that a person passed away while on the job a few feet away from where I sat. Someone screamed. Someone dialed 911. Half an hour later, it was back to business as usual. I don’t remember that they supplied any mental health stuff afterwards, because it was the 90s and well… sigh.
  Deep sigh
How do you want to be remembered? What will your circle say about you? My mom was a force in her younger days, heck, she still is! 86 years and 7 months on the blue marble have been good to her. She says she hasn’t any regrets or things to do on her bucket list, in truth she doesn’t have a bucket list.

I have a bucket for her and perhaps every one in my circle. Funny, huh?

This portion of my life will be one of cleansing my emotional wheelhouse. Letting go of old hurts and stuff will be the focus of 2026. I want to become a “better” me for me. Hopefully, those around me, especially my off spring 🤪 will remember me fondly.