When I die...

I know my title sounds morbid, but I don't mean it that way at all. Over the past week, one of our pillar church members passed away and the father of one of our church members (who we've been praying for a lot lately) passed away. This has been a weekend of funerals. As I sat in the funeral service yesterday, I thought about a lot of things. The lady that passed away had a stroke years ago, and since we've been in Wiggins, she has been confined to a wheelchair and her communication ability has been limited. But her funeral yesterday was wonderful. Her family did a wonderful job. I left the funeral feeling like I knew her better than before.
When I die, I hope those people who attend my funeral that really didn't get to know me well, leave feeling like the know me better too.

How cool would that be?