In the end, nothing is left but stories. Your stories.
They say live your life imagining what it will be like on the day of your funeral. To that I say who cares how many people came and how much they cried and what they said?
What matters are the stories, the finest of which are imprinted on the lives of those you affected. And once you are gone, they are no longer your stories but their's.
In the end, nothing is left but stories. Their stories.
They say live your life imagining what it will be like on the day of your funeral. To that I say who cares how many people came and how much they cried and what they said?
What matters are the stories, the finest of which are imprinted on the lives of those you affected. And once you are gone, they are no longer your stories but their's.
In the end, nothing is left but stories. Their stories.
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