Posterity (2 of 2): People who are gone.

It's very odd to think of all the people who are gone -- my grandparents, my great aunt, other people in my life who I've known -- and to think that here I am probably on the verge of some great achievement where my name will always be remembered, and they never knew me for that, at all.

It's almost like I'm another person, now, and some great curtain had fallen and cut off their perception of me, and who I became.