I had a journal entry I wrote while waiting to fly home after visiting my uncle the last time. I thought I would at some point type it up and share. Honestly, I haven't even brought myself to open it up and read it. Maybe later, but for now, I will keep it sealed up.
Instead for my final entry on my Goodbye series, I'm going to focus on lessons I've learned from loved ones past. It was interesting in reading in Francis Chan's Crazy Love about a 14 year old girl who died and the impact she had on her friends and family. It made me ponder what I wanted people to remember about me when I died.
It's funny how the more deep the impacts people make on you the older you get. For instance, my memories of my Grandma Cram are so not very deep as I could give you for my Grandma Spencer. But then they died approximatley 15 years apart from each other. So time and age play a factor.
The memories I take of my Grandma Cram is service. She was always serving someone whether it was serving food or helping someone out. Her heart was one of caring service.
The memory I take from my Grandpa Spencer is joy. There was something so joyful about his demeanor. He just made you smile.
The lesson I learned from my Grandpa Cram is sticking up for people. He might not have been graceful with this, but he wasn't going to take someone messing with his loved ones. I find myself sticking up for the underdog a lot. Fighting the good fight.
My memory of my Grandma Spencer is determination. I will never forget how she took a pamphlet from a Jehovah's Witness, just so she could study the pamphlet and then studied her bible, because she was determined to debate with them the next time they showed up.
I hope someday that my loved ones can pick out some good traits of mine and hold on to those lessons after I die. The legacy we leave is up to us.
In loving memory of my grandparents and my uncle. May they all rest in peace.
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