Today I worked a memorial celebration for a man named, Stuart. No, I had never met him, but listening to one of his daughters tell me what a terrific man he was was enough for me to like him, too. I don't know what my death will look like. Or how many people will miss me. No, I don't know any of these things. What I do know, though, is that while I'm on this planet I fully intend to give gratitude to God for every breath. And to treat everyone I encounter the way I want to be treated. That's all I know. Oh. And I know that as long as someone remembers me fondly, I'll never die.
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