What Will be Said of Me?

I sat quietly as each of her friends and family members spoke of her; how much she meant to them; what a blessing she was. I had know her for only 2 years, but we had become close friend. We talked of many things, but she had never confided that her time here was so limited.

I still don't know if I would have wanted her to tell me.

I knew her family and friends only through my conversations with her. As they tearfully reminisced of her, I wondered if they realized how much they meant to her; how much of a blessing they were in her life.

I came to believe that this is the important part of the memorial service. We certainly should share the memories of those departed, but what is uppermost is not what a blessing they had been to us, but what kind of blessing we were to them.

I have since reflected on those who have gone before me. I have tried to hear their words if I had been first. Would they be able to truthfully say that I was a special part of their lives? Would they be able to truthfully say that I made a difference? In other words, could they truthfully say all those wonderful things we hear so often after a death?

So many in my life have been a true blessing to me. I pray now that God helps me each day to in some way be a blessing to them.

Just a Thought by the C