When I Die 


 
My life has been anything but easy. My life has been incredible. I have lived my life believing that I have important contributions to make to the world. That someone somewhere will learn something valuable from the mistakes I have made. I have repeatedly given freely my time, money and energy. I could have been more selfish, but I felt compelled to help others instead. I have no regrets.


I have memories that no one can take away from me. Moments in time that are priceless and precious. I know I have earned a place in the memories of many. For all of this I am eternally grateful.


 
I believe things happen for a reason. Sometimes it takes years to figure out those reasons, and sometimes we will never understand. But, we keep going. I keep going, hoping that I am making a difference.

I was chatting with my sister a few weeks ago about our grandmother. Grandma was 65 when I was born and she lived to see my children. I had not actually thought about how old she was before. She was so full of life, she is my inspiration. She left me with memories that no one can take away, homemade oatmeal cookies in an apple shaped cookie jar, a noisy candy dish which made it hard to sneak a candy and so much more. It was the little things that made her amazing and that are in my memory bank.

I am fifty. I remember years ago thinking that was ancient. I know now that I have years left to live, tons of memories to create and I can only hope to leave my grandchildren, children and those individuals I meet along my way with little things to remember me by.

My goal in life is simple….make a difference and I know I’m well on my way to say I successfully completed this goal.
 

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