On Wednesday night I attended a funeral. He was 35, and died of a sudden and unexpected heart attack whilst on holidays in New Zealand.
I didn’t know him (I was only at the funeral to help with the service) and as I sat through the proceedings I listened to the people who did know him, and shared how they remembered him and their common experiences.
It got me thinking. How will I be remembered? What will I be remembered for? What things will stick in the minds of those who knew me?
What about you? How will people remember you once you’re gone?
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I always think of you as tireless.
Some how you always get everything done.
You inspire me not to be so lazy and apathetic.
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