Dear Kitty

Dear Kitty,

OK, here is a little secret. Most of my writing comes from inspiration from YOU. Little pieces of inspiration that you talk about, actively do or share with me. Some of my favorite topics come when you don’t even know I am watching. Then sometimes, you teach me a lesson I needed to hear.

Yesterday I came across this picture of a dear friend’s notes from church.

I thought I had hit a gold mine of great topics. A week’s worth of inspiration was laid on that page, so I told her I was saving the picture for inspiration.

Then she inspired me, with this return conversation.

Memories of High School came flooding back. The notebooks we had passed. Little notes full of teenage angst, who we loved and thought was hot, what teacher was getting on our nerves and when we were spending the night at each others’ house again.

Notes of what friendship was.

I am a doodler when it comes to note taking. I simply can’t take notes on what is being taught or shared, I must add in squiggles and designs. I guess that even took over when I was writing notes to my friend.

I had saved the picture because of the words. Words of what joy was, words about trials and words of encouragement. I noticed the designs, but the words are what stuck out. Then when she responded with what she did, I no longer saw the words or the designs; I saw a piece of me left behind.

After Dan’s death I have become very focused on my “legacy.” How will people remember me? Will they remember me? Who is in their memories?

I am now understanding that legacies are made when we aren’t trying. The most influential legacies are usually done when we are doing nothing but being ourselves.

20 years ago, I passed a note to a friend during class. I was just being me.

20 years later, a friend told me that I had made an impression that had lasted. At a time in my life that I worry with what I will leave behind.

Every day we leave little footprints in the lives that we pass through. A long friendship or just a chance meeting in the supermarket line. Just a moment in the length of our existence to pass on a slice of “us.”

What will people say when you are gone? What are they going to remember?

A doodler? A dreamer? A friend? Someone who was too busy? Someone who took a moment to smile? Someone who never noticed them?

Your legacy will be what is created when you are just living your life. It’s not always your high moments, it’s when someone noticed you.

…and frankly…who will people remember when they think of you?

 



Categories: September Diary Entry

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4 replies

  1. Isn’t it lovely to know you had such a positive impact on your friend and a good lesson that we don’t always realise when we act or speak how that may well linger and be remembered for a long time, even 20 years.

    I think I might be remembered as the person who found awful jokes awfully funny.

  2. I like this. Legacies really are built on the little moments in our lives.

    Will you teach me to write pretty? I want to learn!!

  3. The times I love myself most are when I realize that someone appreciated a “slice of me”. And when I don’t love myself? I was that person who didn’t notice someone when I should. Thank you once again for articulating heart-thoughts. You make an impression on me constantly. 🙂

  4. The times I love myself most are when I realize that someone appreciated a “slice of me”. And when I don’t love myself? I was that person who didn’t notice someone when I should. Thank you once again for articulating heart-thoughts. You make an impression on me constantly. 🙂

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