Yesterday we celebrated the life of Florence Kinzie, lovingly known as Mormor. She was my husband’s grandmother, and after a full day of hearing from family and friends, it was clear that she touched the lives of many.
Throughout the graveside ceremony and the church memorial service, I couldn’t help but think, “How will I be remembered when my time here is done? What impact do I want to make? What will people think of when they reflect on the time I had here on earth?”
Perhaps it sounds morbid to think about death at my young age of 26, but I think it’s important to ponder the end in order to build and live a life worth remembering.
Who was Florence? She was hospitable, kind, generous, hard-working and “the energizer bunny.” She was the type of woman who wrote thank you (and “just because” notes to friends, baked cookies for on-duty police officers on Christmas morning, harvested her own pomegranates to make jam with, and served without complaining.
I have a lot of reflecting to do, and likely several adjustments to make in my life’s course to ensure I live a life worth remembering. One thing I know for sure is that this life is about serving others, not getting stuff for ourselves. I pray that in some way, shape or form my life will encourage and inspire women to grasp their true value, and that I can make some small dent in our understanding of what beauty truly is (hint: it doesn’t have a thing to do with what we look like).
What do you want to be remembered for?