When a friend moves away or leaves your workplace for another job or passes from this life to the next, it can leave a hole in your heart. For me, it conjures up memories of times of fun. I think about how we laughed and how that person encouraged me and those around him. I don’t remember the bad times, if there were any; I just concentrate on the good we shared. And it usually leaves me smiling.
I have to wonder if others do the same or if they remember the bad along with the good. And then I think about what kind of impression I’ve left on others when I’ve moved away or left one workplace for another. Do people remember good about me, or bad? And what kind of impression am I making now?
In the mundane daily grind, it’s easy to get bogged down with stresses and worries. And when that happens, it’s easy to react in the moment. There have been lots of moments I wish I could take back. But I can’t. It’s too late. All I can do is try to make each new moment I’m given count for something good.
Am I always successful? No. But I can keep trying. Because I want those around me to remember good about me when our ways part.
I was given an inspirational book a number of years ago, shortly after my second sister passed away, titled Something Worth Leaving Behind, by Brett Beavers and Tom Douglas. It talks about the differences your everyday actions can have on those around you, to leave a positive impact on their lives. For example, simply by loving, you touch another life. “And that’s something worth leaving behind,” the book sums.
I think I need to revisit that book.
Christian, wife, mother of 5, breast cancer survivor, marathon finisher, writer and editor, author of "Help! I'm a Science Project"