When I die I wonder how much of an imprint I would leave in this world. My grandmother’s funeral is on Monday and I wonder who will be there. I’m not very popular and am lucky if I get any likes from any posts. I doubt many people will even notice if I just disappear. It’s not a sad thing, really. Life isn’t a popularity contest, although sometimes it may feel that way. I don’t live for the likes. I post and write for myself. For this reason, I do not advertise. I did not set the search engines to find this blog easily. I hide in static. Anonymity.

We are all just part of the noise that floods the air. This is why I have named this blog Open Incognito. I know my place, not as a shining star, but as a speck in the nebula.

I live my life in and out of the shadows, and I believe when my time comes maybe only a handful would celebrate the life I lived. What does it all matter in the end? The only real thing that matters is the relationships you build while you’re alive. I am truly grateful that the ones I have are real and the life I live has meaning to me. If I die today I have no regrets. Sure, maybe I won’t be remembered, but at least I have the memories while I am still here. At least I have lived and loved! And as long as I am alive I’ll keep trying to just live my best life because I only have one life to live.

My grandmother grew so old she outlived all her friends. The only ones that stuck with her in the end were her family. And, we honor and love her with everything we are. She is unknown to the world, but I know her and I think that is enough. She was the matriarch of my life, and although I do not want to live as long as she has, I can only be so lucky if I had just one person loves me the way she was loved. I’ll tuck her into my heart where she will always be remembered. Maybe one day when I am gone I can be so lucky.