The ones telling your story will be family and loved ones and others that knew you. Sometimes the stories get told to where it almost becomes myth and legend. I'm sorry to here of your father's passing when you were only 11. This is traumatic at any age. Keep in mind that getting him to medical professionals quickly is important but often will not make any real difference as well. In my area many are buying in to the life flight situation by helicopter. This is and extreme expense if you have no insurance for it. I see it as a scare tactic and it does not interest me. When you die you are dead. The real tragedy is the manner in which you die. I would wish to avoid all physical pain.

No question about it....death is the end of life

So permit me to follow up with a writing about LIFE and how every minute of life is infinite. And what a miracle it is and what a gift. How not to waste it. How to fill each moment with love. And how to give it all we've got to fulfill it. And how beautiful our planet is providing us a place to LIVE. And how to encourage myself and others to find joy and LIVE with joy.
How love and life are one.

Yes, there are terrible challenges...It can be hard to dwell in the positive. That can be a challenging choice. It could seem so impossible. I know. I've climbed up to it. It was hard.

I am so sorry about your father and the mishandling of his demise. I,too, would harbor intense hurt over that.

I don't care if anyone tells my story. I know that , over the course of my lifetime, I have influenced the lives of hundreds, if not thousands of people. That influence will live on long after I am gone. That is all that I need to know.

I leave no one behind to tell my story. That my presence on this earth should not matter to anyone is a great relief to me. That I cause no one to suffer in grief at my passing. I hope I made up for any harm I caused the planet. Being part of the great anthropomorphic extinction. I attempted restitution with habitat restoration. Giving back to nature a small part of what my existence cost it. I can only hope to embrace death as I cycle myself back into the cosmos. That I should have a native meadow, a grand old growth forest, a wind whipped prairie absorb the nutrients that I leave behind, is my legacy.

It is perhaps best that we only leave memories and stories behind, too much of a legacy, could be a burden to future generations. My big passion is my garden, and I spent years making it, yet I hope that when I die, it will be dug over, and someone will make a new one.

Like the sign outside the nature reserve says. " Take nothing but photographs, leave nothing but footprints."

None of us will leave here alive. After all we’re all dying to go to our graves.

Unless you want yourself cremated, which I want for myself.

It is one thing to understand death intellectually. I even understand grief, intellectually.

It is quite another thing to face the hole left in your world, after someone close has gone. A part of me may never understand that.

We all are born, we all live life and ee all die. It is a normal part of the cycle of evolution. We don't really have a choice on how, why or where we are born, but we do have a choice on how we live and even on how we die. Choose wisely.

Did you mother have a phobia of driving?

That can be a life crushing thing.

A health system where people are afraid to call an ambulance because of a crippling bill is also a problem.

Right now people dying alone saying goodbyes to a screen is heartbreaking.

Perhaps , instead of blaming your Mother , you should blame his smoking habit ?

Such is life on planet earth.