“I don’t want an epitaph on my grave.”
“Why?”
“All my life, I’ve felt misunderstood or not understood by family and friends. I prefer being unremembered rather than being mis-remembered.”
“Do you feel your life has been wasted?” My coach instincts are sharpened. There is something in here, which will give a clue to other stated issues.
“Not really. My readers understand me. My work is likely to remain online for some time, and that is my authentic self. An epitaph will not do justice.”
I struggle to frame the next question, as I see the enormity of loneliness.
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That final line pulled up at my heart, hard!
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Thank you so much!
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Powerful, Reens — the distinction between being unremembered and mis-remembered is well articulated, but you go even deeper and hit the core of loneliness.
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Ha! An I was not intentionally misremembering your name, though it sounds like a nickname! Hi “s” instead of “a.”
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😀😀
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Thank you, Charli!
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