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.