When I’m gone, and you find yourself thinking about me, look for me. You will find little pieces of me in the hearts and minds of the people my life influenced. A little of me exists in each of my friends, you can see me in them if you look. As long as they live and the stories of my life are told and retold there will be a little bit of me in this world. You can find me there.

Also know that while I live you can find in me bits and pieces of those I have known that no longer walk this world. I too have been influenced by, and carry in my heart the lives and memories of those that went before me. We live beyond our years in the stories that are told about us. Judged by generations that never knew us. What stories will be told about you?