Dying before my future grandchildren are born and that they never get to know me.
Assuming that there are to be more grandchildren, other than Petite Fille, but even if she is the one and only, I do not want to die before she has real memories of me, and knows how much she is and was loved by me.
To me, a person is never really dead until the last person who remembers them is dead. I have learnt however, that those “memories” do not have to be first hand experiences. My parents shared memories of their parents, their grandparents and now I hold those memories as the moments I shared with my parents, so even now those people are not really gone. Does that make sense?
As long as we keep sharing the memories, we live on longer in this world.
So, I want my grandchildren to know me, and to have made memories with me, and to have listened to our family stories so that we all travel on through time together.