n. pl. leg·a·cies
1. Money or property bequeathed to another by will.
2. Something handed down from an ancestor or a predecessor or from the past.
Leaving a legacy is something that has been on my mind a lot lately. Since my children lost their dad, there have been a lot of court dates and lawyer visits to deal with money and "stuff" he left behind. It's very easy to get wrapped up in being angry, bitter and resentful over some of the things that they've lost throughout this process. But I keep reminding them (and myself) that they have the things that no one can ever take away from them. No one can ever take away Eddie's brown, puppy-dog eyes, Sister's long eyelashes and freckled cheeks or Little Man's smile. Those are physical traits that they inherited from their dad and that no one else in the world could possibly have. Those things are part of his legacy. Money, stuff and property are the things that don't really matter in the grand scheme of things. They will always have memories of growing up with him as their dad. And they will always carry with them his best character traits: his fun-loving,silly, carefree attitude; his over-the-moon love for them; and his dedication to taking care of the people he cared about. They will always have those things, because those things are now a part of them. I truly believe that this is how people live on. And he is definitely living on in them. I witness it every single day. They are his legacy. And he would be proud!
It is the two year anniversary of Gary Schuster's (aka Ruben J's) death. And I thought is would be most appropriate to use this space, today, to keep his memory alive.
So... lots of time for art talk next week (and the weeks thereafter), as, hopefully, that will be part of the legacy that I leave behind :)