I found out today that one of my great-aunts died. Her funeral is in two days, but because it is so far away, I won't be able to make it. But this event has made me think about memories and how fleeting (or long) my life will be.

I look back at my aunt's life and I remember fun visits and learning.  I started to think; when I die, what will I be leaving behind?

Will I leave behind questions about who I truly was?  Will people know that I love my God with all of my heart?  Will they have good memories of me or bad ones?

If I had only a week left to live, what would I do with it? (I know, one of the most cliche questions to ask, right?)
               I would live my life for that last week hopefully as I had lived the weeks and days before it.  If I am not living my life. But no one knows how they would spend that time unless it actually happens to them.

For now, my thoughts and prayers are going out to my family who is mourning the loss of a wife, sister, aunt, and friend