When we were young twits, not knowing any better, we were wise guys, but as we grow in years, gain experience, and learn from our mistakes, we become wise men and women. That's not something to be fearful of, but something to look forward to. We're not growing old; we're unfolding, blossoming, and developing our potential. When we realize this, we will find that aging is not enraging, but engaging.

So that's that. Growing old, it is coming our way, the question is, would we be able to grow old gracefully and with dignity? Will we grow old alone and lonely or will our love ones still be with us.

Will our partner spoon feed us when we are unable even lift our own hands to feed ourselves? Or gently stroke our hands and tell us everything will be okay. Will he still be holding my hands when it all wrinkled and weak and kiss my forehead with his gentle sweet lips?

When I passed on, will anyone remember me? For as long as they live or only for the moment of grief. Will anyone even grief over me? Will they hold a memorial for me?

It's something most of us have little reason or desire to think about until we near the end of our lives: What do people want - and need - as death approaches?

How do I want to be remembered?

Do I want to be remembered as the bespectacled lady who stayed at home, lazing around with nothing to do, but watched TV? Or do I want to be remembered as someone who contributed every positive ways to the human race?

Will my children gather around and remember that their mother loved them dearly, will they remember me the way I remember my grandmother. A sweet lady with a big smile, a kind heart, a generous hand and a willingness to help anytime, anywhere. Will I be remembered as a wonderful person, or will I be remembered as a cantankerous old lady.

I want to be remembered as a good wife and mother. I want my children and grandchildren to remember me as a good mother and grandmother. I want my husband to remember me as someone who made his life as happy as he had made mine. As a friend I want to be remembered as a good listener; to be able to listen to grief and laughter. I want to be remembered that I have done some work that would stand the test of time.

When our life is all said and done, one important question tends to come to mind - What have I accomplished in my lifetime? We may also experience a strong desire to leave some sort of legacy to be remembered by to our family, friends and associates.

How did my life matter most?