Leaving Something Behind


“As long as someone remembers you with love…”

I may be paraphrasing. I watched nine of the eleven episodes of the American drama series FOREVER on a long haul, sleepless night flight from L.A to Auckland. For once here is an American drama series that for the most part, although involving the solving of crime has more to offer than gratuitous violence. On checking I see that the episodes have different writers but I intend to check out the writer of the original plot idea.

Anyway this guy knows what he is talking about because in the story he has already been around a couple of centuries never grown older looking than his 28 or something years. He does not know why and the pilot episode kind of fills you in on the background. If you live in the States you have probably seen it. I don’t know if it is screened in the UK it is certainly not in France.

In one episode an iconic Jazz song, a late great classic has always been attributed to a writer and musician who owes his wealth, acclaim and fame to this one song. In fact it turns out he stole it, plagiarised and betrayed the real author an old friend from youth. This man tried to sue but he was never believed. Still alive he is now an old man busking on a subway station homeless, penniless and alone. Our protagonist in Forever uncovers the truth and proof of this old man being the real author.

“As long as someone remembers you with love, or for a song or a book you wrote you never really die….” he says at the end.

The protagonist Dr Henry Morgan’s reflection made me wonder if this is really part of what a writer sub consciously or consciously is seeking. To leave some mark in the brief moment in time that is life as we know it. Who would now remember Margret Mitchell if it were not for Gone with the Wind the one and only book she wrote.

In the end “you only really die when you are forgotten…’ he says.

Just say we were all meant to live forever? Could that be the reason we all want to leave something of us behind?