Concerning communion

Is my quest for answers to my questions leading me down the same road along with the Pharisees? They wanted to know about murder, adultery, divorce...and Jesus essentially told them that they were asking the wrong questions. They should have been concerned with simply loving each other. I don't deny that learning what participating in the act of communion is about or what it means is important. What I have learned is that the nit-picky questions I have been asking, while valid, miss the mark. I'm dwelling on what kind of bread to eat and when/how often to eat it and all the while Jesus is saying, "Remember me." How do I remember Jesus and what is it that I remember about him?
I eat the bread and drink the juice and remember that death is not the end of the story.

I eat and drink and remember that the blood of Jesus is multilingual.

I eat and drink and remember that Jesus "went there" and "did that" and came out the other side absolutely perfect.

I remember Jesus by welcoming people to my inner circle without noticing their clothes or social status.

I remember Jesus by sharing stories of his life with my family.

I remember Jesus by blurring the line that separates family from friends.