deathOn Saturday I was helping Cambrian Players move into the theatre and thought how interesting it is that in only 3 years I am now "somebody" in that group.
After hockey the night before Kevin Pollock had brought his Dorion '05 assistant with him to Robin's. I don't think Matt even knew who I was (apart from having seen me at the LUCF Banquet. I do wonder if my picture has finally been put off on the camp office wall of has-beens.) I appreciated Kevin's kind description to him of my time at Dorion, but I understand if Matt wasn't particularly impressed.
Matt had to leave early and so Kevin, Eric and I had a revealing discussion of the current state of things re. the CSSM Child Protection Policy.
When Kevin left, I thanked him for speaking kindly of my time at DBC and he assured me that I am still remembered there.
It's nice to be remembered and I suppose that each of you reading this, being currently alive, is remembered by someone. However, indirect evidence suggests that sadly some there choose to "remember" me as someone who supposedly intimidated my bosses into letting me "get my way" by stomping my feet at them.
(Let me quickly state that never at any time was this raised with me by anyone, including those responsible over me, until much later in Dr. K.'s interviews. At the time that I was supposedly controlling my bosses I was totally unaware of their perception.)
When I first read heard about this from Dr. K., I was totally surprised, but agreed to discuss it in the recommended reconciliation process, because if one party perceives something to be a problem, it needs to be discussed. Still I don't recall this at all, and I wish they'd told me at the time, but I didn't object to discussing any matter they raised. It's true that relationships had become strained, but not an unsolvable mess.
Anyway, we are all remembered different ways by different people when we are pronounced dead, either relationally or physically.
Apart from Eternity (a "Kingdom Perspective") we will all be forgotten or misremembered.
Consider: most of you are likely to end up with "loving husband and father" or "loving wife and mother" on your tombstone. Somehow that will be saying both far too little and far too much.
As I was pondering all this at Cambrian Players, one of my fellow actors asked me, "Say, what's your name again?"
