I want to be remembered by those I love in two ways. One that I had a lot of faith in God. Two that I never disrespected my wife. I am not married yet, of course when I do get married.

An old friend had a good axiom on his signature for his emails (not sure if it was totally original but it seems befitting of this question and my personality): “Remember me for laughter or don’t remember me at all.”

I want to be remembered for giving and getting a whole lotta lurve.

Being a friend to everyone I meet, so far so good.

for being a good and devoted mother and for my love of animals and devotion to helping animals

The person with most Lurve points ever!!

On a serious note though, I would have to say the one who brought the family together. I value my family and don’t take that time spent for granted.

My libido.

For always following my heart.

I’d like people to swap stories about me and conclude that I really did do quite a lot – and sometimes got it right.

I am going to be remembered as the first Australian woman in space.

To be remembered as a loving and giving person with a warm smile is all I would ask for.

My Graffiti…

Kindness and doing the small things with great love.

“Do small things with great love.”(Mother Theresa)

I want to be remembered as someone who made others smile, who listened well and helped when I could, who planted some great trees.

I want to be remembered as a great person who loved and helped everyone in his life…

Good husband, good father and a good friend.

I want to be remembered for being the oldest living human.

As somebody who did people no harm, had good questions and reasonably good answers.
And got lost a lot, because my spatial memory and orientation suck…
And always knew of a good book to read…
And never hesitated to say ‘I am sorry’

If you want to be remembered, write a good book or kill a lot of people.

Eventually everyone who knows you will be dead. Anyone who remembers you as being a good person will die and your memory will die with them.

I can be a little curt but it’s the honest truth. Besides, who cares who remembers you? You’ll be dead.

i’d like my nephew to remember me for helping him to become a person of character and morality, how to relax and engage his imagination, and how to make rice pilaf without it sticking or burning.