11:33 p.m. | 2006-02-07 I Have More To Say. Imagine That. While I’m on the subject of my parents and my legacy, I guess I have more to say about it. Maybe you don’t know about that part. See, I’m the last person. The last one with MyDad’s last name. The last one with MyMother’s name. I’m the last person who could carry on both, both of their legacies. Pretty much? I’ve chosen not to take that route. For lots of reasons. Most notably, I’ve not married and I’ve not had children. Yet, my other siblings have done all that. In other words, their eyes have been on me. I think, I hope, that MyDad was happy with seeing me happy – as he appeared to be. But I know he was disappointed too. Not that my siblings didn’t give him grandkids, just that he was hoping I would keep his name – an assumption that’s not wrong. As an honor to him. That I would give him “Irony” kids. It was a good presumption, since I was the only one left to give him “Irony” kids, but a wrong assumption. But the last laugh? He’d enjoy it I’m sure. Only because I’m sure I’ll be his only child who doesn’t marry and hence, keeps his last name. I do feel that responsibility. Being a female, I understand that MyDad’s last name died, officially, with his death. Yet, it is my last name. It’s up to me whether or not it’s carried on to my husband – well, possible eventual husband – and any “possible” children. When I put it that way, um... his name will last as long as I do. I suppose. That’s one thing I’ve never understood. As long as I’ve been alive, I’ve known that the family name is important – to MyDad’s family – but I don’t so much get it myself. I don’t want the family name to die out – and as the last person – I don’t want it to be me, but um, I don’t know what to do from here. Frankly, that’s why I make up my own family. It just seems easier. your thoughts? seed flower