Reading the Wikipedia article of a relatively well-known actor, I noticed a line about an incident that occurred near the end of his life. After 45 years of marriage to his first wife, over 100 films, a series of significant television roles and 10 years of marriage to his second wife, he was arrested in Los Angeles at 92 years old for domestic violence–spousal abuse.
It’s remarkable to me that this event might not matter very much to history or how he’s remembered, even though his wife incurred multiple injuries. While none of us wants to have our dirty laundry aired or drudged up, this incident was entirely omitted by a significant news agency upon his death several years ago. One person likened it to “sanitizing” his obituary, suggesting also that humans tend to want to remember their heroes as heroes and no less.
Which moments in our lives will we be remembered by? What do our closest loved ones feel about us, aside from any public recognition we might have?
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