Sometimes when I log into a website, the one that runs this blog included, there is a small button to check: “Remember Me”. Small words, but powerful ones that can resonate so quickly beyond the need for a URL to recognize you. Remember Me, that I was here. That I’ll be here again. Remember Me, when I’m gone. Some people don’t need a box.
Nelson Mandela, who came into his age of greatness as I was coming of age in grade school, died today. He was our generation’s own tangible racial civil rights hero when so much of our own trouble history had passed before we were born. Madiba was a visible evidence of how far we’ve come and how far we’ve yet to go. He’s one that will never need a box checked to Remember:
May we all live lives worth Remembering.