It amazes me how life goes on after a person dies. Days pass at just the same rate. One season blends into another. New relationships are formed. Children change as they grow. And yet everyone who knew that person is different because of the ripple effect of what they said or did.
I used to think how sad it was that someday, no one will know me. The stories my children may tell will fade and what my grandchildren share will be a mere shadow of that, until nothing of me remains, not even a memory. Why does this bother me?
Maybe my name won't ring a bell three generations from now. But maybe, just maybe, I was there for someone and offered some advice, and that person became better for it and made a life choice that gave opportunity to another individual who went on to write a book, that saved a marriage, so a child was born who then became a pastor who saved a soul and on and on and on.