Death gets the living thinking. About legacy. About who will show up at our funeral. Who will cry and who will laugh and who will raise the first shot of vodka for a toast.
It's not death that scares us.
It's being forgotten. Irrelevant. "Here today, gone tomorrow," as Sugarfoot Bonner would say. Very few have escaped this second death. That honor goes to the Shakespeares and Einsteins and Christ-like figures across time.
But the rest of us?
What footprint do we leave behind?
Luckily, it's the little things that leave the longest lasting impressions. Making a stranger laugh. Reminding someone you love them. Singing when it's unexpected. Smiling. And the smells -- the perfumes, the new apartments, the deep-fried carnival food, fresh-cut grass and fog machines of our memories.
These things are our legacies. Our lives.
No matter how long your name is still muttered after you're gone, nothing and no one can take that away from the world.
Rest in peace Steve Lee.
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