In the last month or so, I have had 2 dear ladies in different branches of my family pass away. Each of them lived long lives. They were the matriarchs of their respective branches & are so darn loved and will always be.
Death is an interesting device.
When both of these dear ladies passed, everyone did what just about all people do- they started going through the Rolodex of their minds, reliving every moment they could remember. Thinking back on their times with them, laughing, crying, talking about their personalities. What they believed in. Who they were, way down the marrow.
And that started me thinking. When it's all said and done & you're not here anymore and memories are all that people have left of you.... who will people say you were?
It's a question I've been asking myself a great deal this month. It's a question that's worth asking of ourselves a lot, I think. The memories and the legacy that we leave behind for others are really what it's all about, in the end. I think they are more tangible than money, or cars, or clothes or any of that stuff- because all of that junk can be taken away. But the moments... the life we live with the people around us... that can't be taken away. Not really.
Anyway- I've just been thinking about what will be said. What I hope will be said. And how to live a life worthy of it.
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In one of my first classes at Criswell, Dr. Wilson gave us an assignment to write our epitaph. In other words, pretend that you have died, what would we like for our epitaph to say about us?
It was a very humbling exercise, but also a very good one because it really puts your life in perspective and can encourage you to not put off those changes that we keep saying we're going to make in our lives. Tomorrow is not guarenteed... only today. So, spend it wisely.
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