How will I be remembered…
Earlier this summer, on May 14th, I lost a very dear friend/mentor of mine to cancer. I did not talk about it much. I shared it with Steven briefly since I had told him many times how much Joyce meant to me. For the most part my grief was quiet and very personal.
I wrote to her husband telling him what she meant to me. After her memorial service he made a careful compilation of all the memoirs he heard and recieved via letter and email, including mine. Today, I finally had time to read them all.
As I read, I couldn’t stop asking myself. How will I be remembered? If I were to die today what would poeple say about me? Who would show up to my funeral? What kinds of letters and emails would my baby-love receive, if any? Asking myself these questions gave my life a fresh perspective.
I hope I remember to ask myself that question everyday, hopefully a few times every day. Maybe that way I will live more intentionally trying to spread His truth, love, grace, wisdom and generosity, all characteristics I so admired in my friend.
