My great aunt Mary passed away a few weeks ago.
And the other day, a friend and I helped move furniture around and out of her stripped down apartment.
It was weird to see how, within a matter of a few short weeks, everything she owned was either given away, sold, or trashed.
Everything.
From her apartment and car to her furniture and TVs to her clothes and jewelry.
It was a reminder for me that we don’t really own anything in this life.
Everything is merely being borrowed—even the things we pay for in full.
And when it’s all said and done, what gets remembered and tallied isn’t the physical objects or dollar signs we leave behind… but, as my aunt so eloquently said at her funeral, it’s “Loving well that’s the best legacy of them all.”
Today, let’s remember to love well.