Even I don’t remember myself, how can I expect others to remember me? I have forgotten my own life - and this revelation strangely does not bother me. I will fade away, go into darkness, like thousands of people before me and thousands after. No one will care if I am forgotten. My fate does not sadden me, but all of us - both you and me - are destined for complete destruction. I'm not important. You are not important. Huge drops of unimportance, viscous centuries in the sea of time. We can resist it, but our enemy is inevitability.
And no matter what we believe in, what ideals or divine providence we pray for, I know that the truth is the same for all of us:

Our fate is to be forgotten.