In the past two years, as I realized I will have no blood descendants, I have done a lot of thinking about legacy. It is terrifying to have none. I can tell you that for a fact. I’ve gotten rid of so many possessions that were once so important to me because I realize now it doesn’t matter. There will be no memory of me when I’m gone. No one who looks like me. I had two childless great-aunts and I’ve always told their stories because I know they will be forgotten if I don’t. Now I realize when I die, all three of us will be dust. And…I’m learning to make peace with that.