Who we are

An old man died today.  Although related by marriage, I didn’t know him well and hadn’t seen him for about 20 years.  But when I heard the news, I remembered a gentle, quiet person who always had time, and a smile, for everyone.

I wonder how he would have remembered me?

In the end we will all be someone’s memory, a story passed to the next generation.  Let’s try to be a good one.