Forget Me Not

Derelict gravestones and the concept of forgotten people really eats away at me.

Who was that life? What did they mean to the world? Who has been touched by their impact? That was someone who lived. Lived an actual life. And now nobody would ever know who they were...

It's sad but I wonder if it'll happen to the same extent in the future with the advent of the Internet. I wonder if my great great great grandchildren will read this blip?

"Hey there kiddo its your creepy great great great grandfather writing this from beyond the grave! Unless, of course I'm still around and existing as a head in a jar (need to invest in a pretty big jar..) in which case give my jar a polish so I can see you a bit better and would it kill you to change my water once in a while?! Dont roll your eyes at me you little brat! If I had a fist I'd be shaking it right now!"

A nameless gravestone enforces the importance of living life and making the most of what presents itself. 7 months ago I was a normal guy but now I'm an actual Dad. A man with responsibilities. I'll aim to nurture Danny and surround him with love, fun and good guidance. I'll try be a good person and hopefully he'll buy me a nice jar to stick my head in when I'm older.