My sister was laid to rest yesterday.  I read her obituary just before leaving for her memorial service.  It read that she was a "private babysitter".  A private baby sitter, is that all she did in her short life of 58 years?  She was a wife, mother and sister. 

Most people would think that a "private babysitter" would not make an impact in this life.  I knew differently and my impressions were quickly confirmed during her memorial service. 

The children came.  Of all ages, they came.  I can safely guess about 30 or 40 came.  Lots of young people were there.  It was really nice.  Some children came with their parents.  Parents came by themselves saying that their child was away at college.  Teenagers and young adults came by themselves to pay their respect. I heard a wide array of positive comments that placed a respect that was certainly earned.  Your sister took me to my soccer practices and cheered me on.  She loved me like my mom.  She would rock me to sleep.  She'd pick up my son, bathe him and take him take care of him until I got from work.  Almost all said, she was a good loving person.

The end is final.  The primary most important thing that we leave this universe with is our legacy.  It's all about having a positive recognition, placing a small indent in this community we call world, treating others with love and respect, and most of all, being kind.