Back in January my Grandma passed away. To say it was unexpected would be an understatement. I spent a lot of time with her as a kid and would talk to her on the phone frequently so I knew she was an incredible woman, yet I didn’t realize how INCREDIBLE she was until she passed. 

My family and I went to the funeral home to prepare for her funeral. While there, something hit me I’ve thought about everyday since. This woman lived a FULL life. She had helped so many people, accomplished, built, and learned so much that it’s hard to even wrap my mind around. Despite all that she’d done, and who she was, we had to summarize her entire life into 2 small paragraphs. One paragraph was listing family members, so there was really only 1 paragraph of space left to summarize who she was and all that she’d done. That blew my mind. This woman had done hundreds of things that were all worthy of mentioning, yet there was only enough space for a few sentences.

I sat there thinking, “what will the paragraph about my life say? Is what I’m doing everyday actually making an impact? What about my life will be important enough to list in my obituary? At the end of my life, if I could read it, would I be proud of what’s written?” 

It feels like I’ve spent the last 5 months asking myself these questions & answering them in different ways everyday. I wish I had a concrete answer to these questions, but I’ve realized that it’s a daily thing. Doing things worthy of mentioning in my obituary isn’t a one time decision, it’s how I live my life everyday. The one thing I can say for certain is that her passing taught me that my quality of life & the impact I can have on others is more important than any form of success, wealth, or achievement. I want to live in such a way that makes it hard for my future family to summarize the great things I’ve done into one paragraph, the same way my Grandma lived.