Just three weeks ago, my uncle’s wife passed away. She had been sick for quite some time but like every other death, the news came as a surprise to the family members. I had been praying for her recovery cause I didn’t want her dead (I do know its not in my control but I had to try something ). No, we were never close I just didn’t want to go through a funeral process.
Thing is the last time I attended a funeral was 8 years ago when my grandmother died and I had never been able to overcome the disheartening experience. Her name was Jane and she was deeply loved, my entire perception of this lady was based upon the kind words uttered during the grief. They admired how she was so caring for her husband, kids and siblings. How she brought joy to her friends, church members and community when she was present.
And as the list went on I realized what people really remember about a person. It wasn’t her accomplishments. It wasn’t even what she did for a living. It was how she impacted the people around her, how she made them feel loved, inspired and excited. They didn’t care about her mistakes and they didn’t remember her for her failures.
The part that fascinated me the most was all of our daily stresses, shortcomings and even failures really don’t matter compared to the impact we make in peoples lives; and that’s what really matters in the end.
The experience was completely new to me and as I go through my daily life I try to remind myself to inspire others, encourage people around me and give a shoulder to the weak lean on. I want to be remembered as the weirdo who spread love and joy into peoples lives.
Over To You …
What would you want to be remembered for?
Thank you for reading.