The chill is in the air. It’s that time where I wonder if I should turn on the furnace, or put on more clothes. I am not a big fan of being cold. Now with five months after my crash, my bones and body tell me that it is getting cold. It is a pain, but oddly enough I see it as a new adventure. What lies ahead. Not in a twilight zone kind of a way, but in an adventurous Narnia sort of way. I guess it is all in you perspectives. I have been thinking about legacy lately. What do we leave behind for our children. What will people remember most about me when I am gone.I had this thought out of the blue while walking the dog. I have been pondering it for days. Some people write books or have a recorded music to be remembered by. I will be just one of the many of thousands that will be a distant memory or a snapshot in someones photo album. There are things that my own son doesn’t even know about, like my great grandpa. He doesn’t have a clue who he is, or that he worked for the railroad. He is just some guys pocket watch that i have know. In a couple of generations i won’t even be remembered. People move on with the here and now and forget about who was behind them. The generations before them. Distant memories of my weirdness will be all that remains.
No one will remember my accomplishments or failures. The things I can look back on and say,”I did that”. Such as taking down a 150 foot smoke stack, or how I built the most perfect elevator shaft in all of Red Wing. All the construction projects that are done. How i crawled around in the tunnels underneath the Pottery building. How I poured the flattest floors in a particular building. Or when I rode my motorcycle at a 125. The memories I had of going to sturgis and riding in the Colorado mountains. All the struggles of life that I had to overcome to just make it in life. We are living in a time where all are WW2 vets are almost gone and no one remembers what they went through. Now it is something that is just rewritten in history books. Who knows if it is even the truth anymore. I guess I just want to be remembered for something good. Not all the things that I did wrong in my younger years.
When I woke up this morning, as i have to literally pull myself out of bed, I was thinking to myself, I’m only fifty-two. That’s not that old. I feel like I am a hundred and two. I have so many more hopes and desires. I want to have grand kids. That is about all on my bucket list. I have done more than I can remember. I want to be remembered as a man of God. I want them to say that he really loved God and was loved by Him. I want people to know that when I get to heaven and will meet me. I hope to be the greeter. I don’t them to say that he sure knew his bible, I would like them to say that he sure knew the Lord. That is the kind of legacy i would like to leave. I am not done yet either, so don’t put a fork in me. My team hasn’t won a Superbowl yet. I have a lot of life left in my digits. I can still create and I have a sharp mind. I may have to find a new creative outlet, and I will. My days of building houses and remodeling buildings maybe done, but there are other areas I can accelerate in. I just need to figure out that area.
Getting older is not the easiest thing I have done. Now the music I grew up with is considered oldies. I don’t give a crap about celebrity gossip. Heck I don’t even know who half of them are anymore. Staying up late is nine o’clock now. Every generation throws some one new up the pop charts and taking a nap is luxury. Do people even play board games anymore? I still find it hard to read a book on my kindle, compared to actually having a paperback. I find myself looking at the younger generation and wondering if there is any hope, I am sure that my fore-fathers did the same thing when I was younger, listening to that rock n roll. Hopefully I will be remembered for all the good things I did and the way I helped others. The silliness that dwells within me. Most of all I hope I am remembered for the passion for Christ that I have carried with me. The flame that has flickered but never died. The days that I have see God’s faithfulness and the hard times that we have seen God’s provision. The freedom of being who I am in Christ Jesus.