Have you ever thought about your own obituary? (I apologize for the morbid thought.) Dying is something we’re all going to do someday. When that day arrives, what kind of a legacy do you want to leave behind?
This week, I had the misfortune of attending two different wakes for two different people. Interestingly, I did not know either person well; in one case, I was friends with the deceased’s sister, and in the other, the deceased and I had mutual friends. In both cases, despite not knowing the deceased that well, I felt compelled to go. Mainly, I went to support my friends in their time of grief. However, both people had compelling life stories that made me wish that I had known them better in life.
I don’t remember the exact wording of the quote, nor do I remember where I read it, but I remember reading something to the effect of “the way you measure the success of your life is by the number of people who show up for your funeral.” Okay, granted, after I pass on, I won’t know how many people will show up at mine, but I’d like to think that a large number will show up.
Honestly, I don’t know how I’d want to be remembered (or at least, outside of this article, I’ve never really stopped to think about it). I suppose I’d like to be remembered as someone who was a good person, someone who cared (sometimes too much), someone who gave it a shot, and someone who gave his all in whatever he did. (There’s probably more to it than that, but it’s not something I feel like writing now, and to be honest, you probably don’t want to read about it. I’d rather do my thing and let others be the judge of how I did.)
When it comes down to it, how you live your life and how you treat others will likely be your legacy. So make the best of it. As someone once said, live every day like it’ll be your last — someday, you’re going to be right.