As welcoming, easy to talk to, and excited about the future.
I would be pretty pleased if I was remembered in the same way as my nan. Among friends and family she is remembered as someone who made everything grow, from plants to people. I’m not sure if I can live up to that, but working towards that is sure to have some good outcomes.
By my loved ones (not by facebook!)
Passionate and compassionate – as a friend, a lover and an artist. Someone who never reached artistic ‘fame’ but whose work affected people’s understanding of themselves, making them question their daily experience.
A woman who was strong, wild and free. Someone who wasn’t afraid to try anything and everything.
As an artist with integrity. As a colourful person. As someone who loved deeply and farted openly.
Angry, Purposeful, Compassionate and Articulate.
As someone who liked laughing, thinking, talking, touching and dancing with others.
I don’t think I care much about being remembered.
That tent guy.
As someone who inspired a generation.
As extraordinarily humble and superhumanly self-effacing.
Fondly by the few I hold close, and regarded by the rest.
I’d like to be remembered as someone who: made a contribution to the world through dance, that contributed to my indigenous communities and made them proud and as someone who had slick music selections.
I would like to be remembered as a pioneer. As a fierce, wild woman who lived life to the full and made great change. As a loving person. As a great footballer. Ha!
Personally I do not want to be remembered beyond the circle of friends and family. I would love it if our culture arrived at a point where we did not need to be remembered; that the cult of the self crumbled with age, becoming dust and redistributed at the folly of the wind.
Pony Express share the opinion that ephemerality is preferable to posthumous remembrance. We embrace death as a welcome relief from existence, and find the thought of taking pains to be remembered after death during one’s lifetime terribly gauche.
A good friend, active member of communities.
Loving mamma with funny earrings.
I don’t want to be remembered.
As someone who provoked thoughtful conversation.
The baby mama of revolution.
As a champion of human stories. As someone who could love anyone, as a master of capturing the human condition, as someone who fostered compassion and humanity among disparate groups of people, as someone who helped people find love for each other.
I don’t really think about that. It’s more important for me to think about what needs to change today and how we make it happen.