Who will remember me when I am gone?

Since Monday I am taking a new route to work as one of the streets that I normally follow is closed for road works. I suddenly realized yesterday that I was in the street where my great-aunt AR used to live. She was a sister of my grandmother and we visited maybe once or twice per year for birthday parties and other family events. Aunt AR must have died in the early 1980's. She was a sweet old lady and very nice for us children, maybe the more so since she didn't have any grandchildren herself. Her only daughter EM was a lesbian who had a long-term "friend" FR who always joined for family events, so with hindsight it was obvious they were a couple. EM lived with her mother until she died and within the next decade both EM and FR also passed. As a child I never wondered about EM and FR, I just found it totally normal and them being gay was never a topic for discussion or gossip. So by pure coincidence I was thinking about these people who have all died more than 15 years ago. I also was wondering if anyone would ever think about me again after I am gone. I must be getting old for having such strange thoughts. Hehe