Like others here, I've already been forgotten.
I admit though that I'm bothered by the prospect that my extended family will discuss what a shame it was that I was so troubled, but they won't ever know my true circumstances. I wish I could let that go but I've not been able to.
Had I been born into a healthy household and not been abused I'd have lovely things to leave behind, my art, my okay-decent writing, the inspired way I used to teach, my sense of humor, my willingness to love, my intuitional insight. But there's no one in my life who either knows of or values those things.
I'm fine with being forgotten I just wish in future after ctb that people would understand rather than be snarky.