My Legacy
If I died tomorrow, or even today in a fiery hot car crash and people arrived at my funeral, talked about how I mattered, what would they say? Would they mention how busy I was raising kids and driving carpools? Would they talk about how I made school lunches and got dinner on the table every night? Would they talk about how I redecorated my parents’ home, how I helped with their farm finances, helped them buy a car, cleaned their garage? Would they talk about how much I loved my family? How I worried about them in the middle of the night? How I was so incredibly in love with my husband? How I loved my kids with all my heart until it hurt? Would they talk about how I helped my clients with their businesses? How I helped them strategize and improve the bottom line with almost limitless zeal through long term relationships, love and tender care? Would they talk about how I was sometimes bitchy and cranky? How I would get upset by injustice? How I would rattle cages and sometimes annoy even those who love me? Would my life, my legacy, my journey be viewed as enough by those who mourned? Would they talk about the feelings close to my heart or far away? Would my life of toting water, buying bootleg raw milk, and cooking for my family be enough? It is enough for...
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