No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away.– Terry Pratchett
I always wonder how many people have been touched by me. How many ripples I leave behind when it is finally my time to go.
I am not a noble prize winner, great artist, musician or even much of a writer. However, I try to be kind in general, helpful when I see people in need of help and I try to be there for my friends when they need me. I hope that makes some ripples even though that’s not my motive for doing it.
My mom was not much different. No grand legacy but being a decent human being, and well I guess she also made me. Someone that remembers her fondly as long as I live. I am sure some of her friends and other families will use today and look back fondly …
It’s been 13 years today and she would be 58 years old now. I still cry when I think about how much I lost back then. How many unanswered questions I have about her and her life and how curious I am to know what she would think about my plans, dreams and achievements.
I am sure she would shake her head about me not specialising in one field professionally, but being happy about me finding my own strange way through this world and proud of me for feeling very little regrets so far.
I wonder where she would be now if she has had more time. Maybe inspired by my path she would have moved to Mallorca? She always been the happiest in the southern sun. Or she would have her own beauty salon by now. Who knows. Life is throwing us interesting curve balls at times.
Wherever she would be now, she IS in my heart and on my mind often and with that, not entirely gone yet.