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Last week a girl that went to high school with me passed away in a car accident. It shook me a bit. She was only a year older than me, and had two little ones a bit younger than Bella and Josh. It made me so sad to think that those two little ones would have to grow up without their mother. They are still so small that they would probably not remember her well. That is the saddest thing to me. She loved them so much, and they will only have a vague memory of her.

It started me thinking, am I ready to meet my Maker?
Am I ready to leave this world and all my loved ones behind... Have I said all I wanted to say to the ones who I love?
Have I taught my kids all I wanted to?
Am I the kind of Mother I want to be?
Am I the kind of wife I want to be?
Am I the kind of child I want to be?
Am I the kind of friend I want to be?
Have I done all I wanted to?
But I think the question that stood out above all others was, what will my kids remember about me? What will be my legacy to them?
Will they remember me at all?
It is truly a scary thought to think that my kids will probably not remember me.

So, does it really matter if my house is perfectly tidy, that the laundry is done, the dishes washed...if it takes me away from spending those precious moments with my children. All those things will be there later, my kids might not, I might not...

It makes one take stock. What is really important to me. What do I really want to be spending my time on...