Will You Recognize Me?
- Michele Renee
- Jul 2, 2025
- 3 min read
Updated: Jul 6, 2025
Will You Recognize Me? Originally written: July 8, 2015
“Will you recognize me?
Call my name?
Or walk on by?”
Don’t You Forget About Me
When the time comes as it surely will that I’ve completed the divine task God placed me on this earth to fulfill… I will be gone.
But don’t cry for me. I’ll be flying home like a bat outta hell joyful, free, ready.
I wonder how old I’ll be. I wonder how old my children will be. But I know this: I’ll be at peace. And I’ll be waiting for the moment we’re reunited again.
Thinking about leaving this world shifts something in me. It makes me more present more aware of every missed moment, every laugh not shared, every hug I wish had lasted longer. I’m usually the flighty, giggly, daydreamer living in my little fantasy world where everything feels safe and sweet.
But the truth is, life doesn’t always grant us notice. None of us knows the how or the when. And that uncertainty? It only reminds me of how precious my time is with the people I love. I wish we could all go together leave this world in one big cosmic group hug. But I know when it’s my time, I want my loved ones to remember me not with sadness, but with soft smiles and breathless laughter at the chaos, the beauty, the wildness of our shared memories. You + Me = Laughter. Understanding. Feeling. That’s the good life.
You know that feeling when everything just clicks? When your soul exhales because you feel seen, safe, appreciated? That’s how I want to be remembered.
Not for the hard times, or the storms I weathered, but for the fire in me that never went out. Yes, I’ve had my share of darkness. You probably have, too. There were times I questioned if things could ever feel light again. But I created my own peace and I hope you will, too.
Working at Child Protective Services was a job that changed me. It wasn’t something you could clock in and out of it was soul work. There were days and nights spent with children who had lived through pain that would break most adults. Children who carried more trauma in their tiny frames than some of us will ever comprehend. But even in the pain, there was beauty. The innocence. The bravery. The fragile little sparks of trust reigniting in their eyes because someone finally showed up and stayed. You don’t forget that kind of impact. You don’t forget how it feels to matter to someone who needed to believe they mattered. And that’s what I hope to leave behind: A legacy of love.
A reminder that you can make a difference. That even when life knocks you down and it will, how you choose to get back up defines everything. Take hope with you. Walk in optimism. Believe in your worth. And don’t just know you deserve the best, expect it. But even with all the self-love in the world, never forget there’s always room for growth. I’m still learning. Still stretching. These days, I’m working on humility learning to put more God in front of Me. More God. Less Me.
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I truly don’t understand how women can compete with each other so harshly. When I see another woman winning, it inspires me. That’s one more light paving the way for all of us.
There's no room for envy when there's enough sun for everyone to shine. The world changes when we choose to be "the difference" we’re desperate to see. So if my time was near… If I had to say goodbye… I’d want you to know I was always on your side. That I loved hard, laughed often, cried deeply, and never stopped growing. And that I hoped in some small way I helped someone feel seen.
Don’t you forget about me.
Because I promise I won’t forget about you.
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