REMEMBERED BUT FORGOTTEN

You will always be remembered. You will never be forgotten.

These are meant to be comforting words since death is so overwhelming even to the most spiritual of souls who can rationally and emotionally accept this reality. But will you always be remembered and never forgotten?
The short answer is no.
After a generation or two you will be remembered as the name that identifies the photo with your ghostly figure related to so-and-so on your mother's side.
As to being forgotten, the game is over as soon as you retire from the field. If you are no longer a part of the team, you will be forgotten because you are useless in the daily grind of moving the ball a few more yards down the field.
In Brownsville we will remember Ben Neece, Rene Oliveira, Carlos Cascos, Ruben Herrera, George Ramirez and Jesse Lucio for many years because they were stalwart figures in our community.
And their families will recall them vividly over the next two generations until they embark on their eternal journeys.
But the six individuals named who were deeply woven into Brownsville's fabric are already forgotten even though they were with us just a short time ago. Others, whether it's in your personal or professional or political lives quickly replace you.
They don't exist.
Others, whether it's in your personal or professional or political lives quickly replace you.
If I need a musical partner, I can't count on Ben. If I need to know the latest in Austin, I can't count on Rene. If I need to know the latest Republican politics, I can't count on Carlos. If I need to know the latest at TSC, I can't count on Ruben. If I need to know the lineup for the Brownsville Jazz Festival, I can't count on George. And If I need to correct my slice, I can't count on Jesse.
They are forgotten.
The second we exhale our last breath, we are forgotten. If I am dead and one of my sons needs advice or cash or companionship, he won't be able to count on me.
As he scours his mind for a person in whom he can confide, it won't be me. I will no longer be a part of his reality.
I will have been forgotten.
As I walk downtown or through HEB Plus, I catch glimpses of my departed friends, but then I remember they are no longer with us.

They have been forgotten. 

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