A - G - E

How would you like to be remembered?

I was over at Sean's place today and he showed me pieces of the puzzle of his ancestry that he [with much research, time and effort] has been putting together in the past couple of months.

It is amazing.

He told me about his great great grandfather who was originally from America and who came to Australia in a supposed scandalous feat which involved $50,000 which is the equivalent of a million dollars in today's terms.

From what he gathered, his double G grandfather travelled back to America to deal with the monetary disputes and then went on to be a successful licensee of a number of hotels in Australia and that his final place of settlement was in Subiaco, Western Australia.

The pictures that Sean has collected over the internet is incredible. The stories. The family members that he has never known existed but has since discovered and made contact with.

It made me think about how I wanted to be remembered 100 years from my departure from this life. Obviously, my blogs from the past 10 or so years will stand as proof of my existence. Unless the blogger's sphere ends up, like the fate of books, collecting virtual dust in the corner of a house somewhere.

Would it not be great to be remembered? By your family members at least. Surviving the passage of time? And not be remembered just by the places that you have been to or the jobs that you have held but by the thoughts, the virtues and the moral ethics that you have stood for.

I have failed to once again, resist the call of the chocolate.

I have a terrible mental habit of wanting a "better" me in the shape of Emma Stone. Or the likes.

Anyway...

The extended long weekend turned out to be more eventful than expected. I did not go to the beach but I did managed to get lost with my trusty GPS.

Go figure.

Here's to curiosity and the cat who survived.