After we had all met in the canteen for the morning briefing on what to expect from the workshop, we were asked a question that shook most of us, "How would you like to be remembered". I had no idea, nothing came to mind. I've spent most of my life in school and collage, i haven't done anything worth being remembered for. Strangely, everyone else had no idea what they would want to be remembered for at first. Even the question brought a strange atmosphere over the group as everyone tried to think about things that they have done that were worth merit. After a few minutes people began to think about things that they do for friends or have done for others that they would like to be remembered for. We were ready to walk down to the cabin where we would hold our workshop.
As the first people started to walk in and take their seats we asked the question, "what would you like to be remembered for?". People began to answer and i soon realised how each of these people were all completely different, how they were all characters in their own right.
One reply to the question that made me really think about life was, " I just want to be remembered.". That really hit me because it was so honest and there was nothing more to that answer than that, a man who was approaching the end of his life and just wanted to be remembered, it was kind of a beautiful melancholy.
We then started the workshops. Two women approached our station, Kim and Mary. Soon after starting to teach them how to cross stitch I realised that these two people, polar opposites one shy and one very outspoken we so different to anyone i knew. They had so many years of life under their belts and it had obviously shaped who they were for the better.
In conclusion, I came to the hospice thinking that I would meet a group of people stuck in their ways and reluctant to take part in any workshops. I left thinking how amazing each and every one of these people were.
As the first people started to walk in and take their seats we asked the question, "what would you like to be remembered for?". People began to answer and i soon realised how each of these people were all completely different, how they were all characters in their own right.
One reply to the question that made me really think about life was, " I just want to be remembered.". That really hit me because it was so honest and there was nothing more to that answer than that, a man who was approaching the end of his life and just wanted to be remembered, it was kind of a beautiful melancholy.
We then started the workshops. Two women approached our station, Kim and Mary. Soon after starting to teach them how to cross stitch I realised that these two people, polar opposites one shy and one very outspoken we so different to anyone i knew. They had so many years of life under their belts and it had obviously shaped who they were for the better.
In conclusion, I came to the hospice thinking that I would meet a group of people stuck in their ways and reluctant to take part in any workshops. I left thinking how amazing each and every one of these people were.
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