What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal. -Albert Pike

Death has a heavy hand and its blow is life’s greatest to deal with. No matter when, where, why, or who, it never ceases to surprise us. It leaves us with our mouths open as we take the uppercut of news and no matter who you are it always makes you question a thing or two even if just for a moment…. life, time, love, your spirituality, etc. Sometimes we can justify and reconcile it (“He lived a full life”); other times we can’t (“She was so young”). There are people in our lives that have left indelible marks on our hearts, our human blueprint. Sometimes it doesn’t require for them to be in our lives for long for such an impact to be felt but a piece of their spirit leaked out and touched yours in passing, in talks, in actions. These are the things you remember them for. These are the things you will eventually, along with your own impact, pass on to someone else. This week has reminded me, like the quote above, that when the cards fall and final words have been said, when you’re at your final resting place with flowers at your head…no one remembers or cares what you did for yourself. They remember what you did for them in your words or deeds.