The above photo depicts a gate leading to a very decorative cemetery we visited while in Brittany, France. I find it hard to believe that almost two months have passed by since then, as I remember the holiday vividly, as though it were just last week.
Life is merely a moment in time, brief and so swift that it often eludes us. Memory of us may linger for many centuries following our existence, but even that will undoubtedly fade eventually. Even when we are remembered, we cannot defend ourselves. Only our actions in life can determine how others will remember us.
I am frequently described as sweet, and personally that's how I hope to be remembered when I am gone. Not only that, but I want to be remembered as a loving, caring person, who strived to make time for others, welcoming them into my life. I also want to be remembered as a faithful servant of my God; someone you could tell was a Christian just by looking at me.
While I live, I want to make a positive difference in people's lives. I want to make them smile. I want to love them.