Forget, I said...Forget

I was diagnosed with cancer a few years back. Ever since, I have had one thing I'm worried about. Being forgotten..

I have no kids, no close family here. No real close friends here either. If I were to die tomorrow, my wife would mourn me until she found another person, but I would be forgotten. That is my greatest fear.

I don't fear death per say, I fear the aftermath. What about friends I have known forever, will they remember me? What about past relationships? Does my first love ever think about me, or am I just a very distant past. Does my ex wife ever think about me, or am I just a nightmare she has forgotten?

All in all, would I be forgotten?

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