Sometimes I fear that life is about big factories, big banks, big churches, and big houses.
Or maybe it’s about who scores the most points, who has the most money, who has the most sex, who drives the nicest car.
Then I go to a funeral and remember its about how many people you’re life affected and what type of affect that was.
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What a great post! Admittedly, I am biased because 1. You are my good friend, and 2. Beginning a couple months ago, I started making the effort to live my life with this question in mind: “Who will be crying at my funeral?”
I like what you have added: “And why?”