A poignant reflection on how we define legacy. Meaning isn’t just passed down through direct lineage or material heirlooms, but through the communities we nurture, ideas we share, and the lives we touch along the way. Beautifully written. ✨🌱
I think many of us already give stuff away whilst we are still alive. For various reasons. Moving house. It's just stuff. I don't have kids either, but have niece and nephew. They will get most of my stuff. Sent something today to a good cause. You don't need as much stuff as you think.
the semi-random act of kindness : my friend, long-term on health benefits, was friendly but not too friendly with our retired librarian friend who, when she died, left her the house and the money - a last life-changing act
Why should anyone?
When I'm dead, I'm not gonna care what happens to my stuff. They can tip it all into the bin for all I care, because I won't be here. Enjoy the people and things you have and care about now, because you won't be around to do so when you're dead.
Nobody who didn't know your mother is going to cherish an heirloom. Almost regardless of whether they're related. This seems like an article commissioned to justify a completely fabricated premise.
Oh it's Guardian "culture".
I donated 30k+ records and a similar number of comics when I woke up to this realisation in my early 40s
I’ve not kept anything that would be of any value to someone today
When I die whatever possessions I have including all my organs go to whoever can make best use
I miss them. Although happy to get the room back. There is nothing as nice as the sound of a new record coming out of a sleeve, but no one would love them like me, so it made no sense to keep them for others. But I’d buy more if I could justify owning “things”