I am sitting at a funeral service of a man I did not know well. A person who lived across the street from me for years but who I shared almost no words together.
A few rows in front of me a happy young man is holding up a piece of paper asking us to remember the life of the deceased. There’s a picture of him on this sheet and it would appear to me that this is the image his family has chosen as the best depiction of his person.
I can’t help but think of the future and what a document about me look like. What image would my loved ones choose as showig the essence of who I was?
What if I got to choose my own photo?
Of the hundreds of images that exist and the myriad of photos to come, which is the best example of my life as it was?
It’s inconsequential though and borders on the egotistical.
Still, I hope they choose a good one.