  If I Were Gone I often think of what my family would do if I were to die. If I were to die tomorrow, what would my family do with all of my belongings. If my husband and I were to both die at the same time, I would hope that it would be in a house fire where my family could not go through all of my stuff.
I don’t have anything scary or unlawful in my house. However, there are always the pictures taken at parties or on spring break or the “gifts” I received at stagget parties that I know my family may not understand. These are things have certain meaning to me. They may not make sense to someone else but they are important to me. They remind me of the fun times that I have had with friends and the lighter moments of my life.
After I am gone, I would hope that my family would take the stuff that I have and enjoy the memories with me that are contained in some of the seemingly worthless belongings that I have held onto. When I am gone my family may be surprised to see the picture that I have of my father in his army uniform that was taken when he was twenty that is in my top dresser drawer.
They may not expect to find the collection of crafts that I have started and not finished. Some are gifts that have never been given and some are simply just ways to pass my time. My family may be disturbed my the pictures that were drawn in my despressed youth. These pictures that I have kept are to remind me of places that I have been. They lead me to appreciate where I am now. I would hope that they would realize they were from the past and not from the present. 
