One Hundred years from now, what will your descendants know about you? Will they think you were brave? Will they be proud to be descended from you? What will they tell their children? What will be your legacy?
One Hundred and Fifty years from now, will your descendants know each other? Will they reach out across whatever separates them for the chance to meet? Will they look like each other? Will they look like you?
Two Hundred years from now, will your descendants know that you once lived? Will they know your name? Will they know that your DNA flows through their veins?
Five Hundred years from now, will you come to your descendants in their dreams? Will they have your eyes? Will you be able to see through their eyes?
One Thousand years from now, will your descendants wonder about you? Will they know that they are your immortality?
One Hundred years ago, One Hundred and Fifty years ago, Two Hundred Years ago, Five Hundred years ago, One Thousand years ago . . . your ancestors walked this Earth. They knew that you would walk in their footsteps. They sacrificed and survived so that one day you might live. You are their immortality.
http://www.theresadodaro.com Author of The Tin Box Trilogy
I like your thoughts here, but I’m not ar all sure that the human race won’t self destruct before too long, so I’m not too worried that anyone will remember me or what if anything they will remember.
I knew someone was going to say that, I was expecting it to be my brother, Tom!