I walked past this bench the other day and barely glanced at it. But in that split second, the text resonated with me so much that I stopped in my tracks, backed up a few paces and stood looking at it for what seemed an age.
Over the years, I’d had conversations with my parents about whether ‘ordinary’ people left legacies behind after lives well-lived, and did it really matter if that legacy was known only to a few people. I remember saying that surely someone’s legacy was if they’d made a difference to someone else’s life, even if they were unaware of it.
I stand by that. My parents lived lives of service to others and conducted their lives with great humility, humour and faith. I know for certain that their lives touched more than me, my siblings, their grandsons and our wider family. A great many people remember them both with love. A great many people miss them still.
And that is what makes the text on this bench true.
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That is a beautiful bench endowed with some very powerful words. I agree with you & in a world today where so many have confused fame for a live well lived & mattering to others is something we could have a long long chat about. I just read something that I am probably messing up; to speak a loved one’s name is to have them live again.
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I firmly believe that we all touch each other, both for the good and for the worse. Many times we will never know when or even how we did this. I try to be positive but being human I do slip up. All that being said I think that this is a great sentiment on that bench. When you let it (and you did) it gives us much to think about.
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