After you’re gone no one talks about how nice your car was.
After you’re gone no one fawns over your house or your furniture.
After you’re gone no one discusses how much money you made.
They talk about who you were. What you did. How you touched people’s lives. What made you a great person. How you lived and how you loved.
Trist and I had the misfortune of burying one of his close friends last week, hence the lack of posts. It’s heartbreaking how a 22 year old could be ripped away so suddenly. But what was remarkable was how many people he had touched. How many young men and women came out to shovel dirt into his grave. The impression he made on the community, the shining aspects of his personality were remembered and celebrated. That is what we should live for. To devote our energy to being someone who is remembered for the love surrounding us.