Unceasing Reservations

Everybody close to me knows for a fact that at one point in my friendship with them, I would have to ask them one particular question. And I've always gotten mixed responses. "How will you remember me when I die?"

A lot of times people would just dismiss me and reprimand me in the process. Others would give me unbelievably exaggerated answers that would lead to unconditional love and concern. Similar to saying that I would be one of the most memorable persons they've met and that they won't forget me. But of course even if they insist, I am sure that I'll be fading into oblivion when certain attachments to other subjects prevail. No doubt I'll be just a memory. People are always quick to say that because for my fondness of the topic "Death" I am just in the illusion of having unconventional thoughts; that I would outlive the rest of my contemporaries. But no one is sure of their time until it comes.

But today, unknowingly... I got a different response from a stranger I haven't even met. So I posted the same question expecting the same old reactions. Instead here's what that stranger said to me... "I won't let you..."