My Name Will Be Forgotten

Someday, my name will be forgotten

I don’t know whether to be comforted

Or whether to be scared

Some days - the days I make mistakes

I take heart in the fact that some day

I will no longer exist

In their memory

Or in anyone’s memory

I will be able to truly rest

No longer dealing in the mortifying experience of being known

Some days - the beautiful pain days

I think of the love my grandpa had for his mother

And how little I know of her, now

I think of the fond memories I have with him

And the fact that my son doesn’t get to know him

I think that all that we have are stories.

And someday, those stories will stop being told.

And someday, my name will be forgotten.