Some people believe that the only way to achieve immortality is to be remembered. Shouldn't they have that right, even after death? It is is the divine part of human nature that longs to shine in the eyes and hearts of others. We all want to be useful, to have purpose, to love and be loved; and we all want to be praised and and acknowledged for our good works. We are proud, indeed. I can relate to this concept. None of us can deny that we feel hurt when we aren't acknowledged. Someone doesn't thank us for a good deed, or become forgotten at high school reunions; someone forgets our names over and over. It hurts, it's heartache. We want so badly to be important. Why do we care? I care. I can't think of a soul who doesn't.

All they need is someone to remember. That's what I think as I stroll through the cemetery. The grass has covered their graves, some of the stones are so old that the inscriptions are worn away; they are the nameless but it doesn't matter. They need to be remembered. That's what they wanted when they were alive and I suppose that that desire doesn't fade...Don't they have stones to mark their graves? And don't they have estates...riches, possessions for those left behind? Didn't they fight wars? Make history? Keep photographs? Fall in love? Have children?

Yes. That's what they want. That's all they deserve.

Shouldn't there be a reward for making it that far? Some have died early but they still made it. They're the lucky ones. When I see what's left of their lives, I have to honor them.

I remember you.