Monday we got the call that my husband's uncle had passed away unexpectedly. Probably from a heart attack. That morning he had told his girlfriend of the past 14 years that he loved her, and to "Take care of yourself!" Hours later he was gone. Yesterday we had his funeral.
I've experienced death more than I care to speak about here. Beginning with my father when I was only 16, then my grandmother a year later, another uncle, a favorite great-aunt, my father's mother...no, I'm no stranger to death. And it makes me stop every time and ask myself: "What kind of legacy will I leave behind?" "Who will grieve my loss?" "What mark will I leave on those that I love, and those that I don't?" "Did I lead others down paths that are full of life?" "Did I lead them to Jesus?" "Did I live my life transparently?"
And the biggest question of all:
"Did I love well?"
"Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom." Psalm 90:12
