To the Forgotten

     Hey, I know you’re busy, but I just wanted to let you know, that no matter what, I will always remember you. I know you don’t think you are very important, and to most people you probably aren’t; but you’re important to me. You are one of the reasons I get up in the morning. You are one of the reasons I can keep on going, no matter how bad it gets. Your smile, your passion, your  love for life, the crazy way you “freak out” about the things you love- these are all precious to me. You may think you’ll never amount to anything, and the world probably thinks so too. I don’t. I know that I would not be where I am today without you. You have inspired me to become what I am.

     Unfortunately, as the years pass, you will probably be forgotten by most. Your name will never be in lights or flashed in the credits; but it will always be a name that is burned into my soul. It is a name that will be followed by “Who’s that?” and then I will have the amazing chance to tell the world about you. Rest assured that I will tell them, even though I know they will forget in the next five minutes. I will tell them your name and your story because you are important to me, and you always will be. Just as you pass on my name, I will pass on yours.

     Below is a poem I found for you, whenever you are feeling down and forgotten, read it. It will remind you that not everyone who is important makes it into the history books. Sometimes, the most important people are those who no one remembers.

The Death of an Unknown

There was a man who died today,

I do not know his name.

I know he was born,

He lived, he died,

And that he died today.

I probably never saw him,

On TV or in the news,

And he was probably not the most popular,

In high school or at work.

He was probably only well known,

By his children and his wife,

And might even have a friend or two,

Who will miss him because he's gone.

There was also a woman who died today,

Her story is much the same;

But possibly the only thing they share,

Is that they died,

The death of an unknown.

Yet being unknown is not so bad,

For it is a fate that most share.

So few are known,

Some by design,

But many just by chance.

The unknown are those

Who make the known,

Who pass along their name.

Just as a house is not a house,

Without its boards and nails,

Fame cannot be obtained,

Without those who have none.

So if fame is what you seek,

I wish you the best of luck;

But for those who at the end of the day

Are no more known than before,

Don't be depressed,

And don't be sad,

For you help the world to spin.

Someone succeeded,

Because someone failed.

There cannot  be the death of a known,

Without,

The death of an unknown.

-Tiffiny Hagan

Sincerely,

Someone who will always remember.