Dead Lef

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My father was not a rich man by economic standards, but he was so wealthy that he was able to leave behind a legacy for thousands of people. He left me a wealth of wisdom, a wealth of knowledge and a wealth of strength. Most importantly, he left a wealthy mark on this earth.

My father died 6 days shy of his 73rd birthday. His maker saw it fit to take him then. Daddy probably wouldn’t have wanted to celebrate his birthday either way as he wasn’t much of a celebratory person. 

This morning, I took my car to the car wash. I expressed gratitude to the car wash operator for his support at my father’s funeral. He exclaimed, “Me nuh usually go a funeral enuh, but me did even affi get a jacket fi go a Mr. Walker funeral. Him was a great man.” As I walked away, tears welled up in my eyes. I thought to myself - my father has left behind a great legacy!

I began walking away and as I stepped out on the main road, someone stopped to offer me a ride. I declined and offered that I needed the exercise. (God knows I do!)

On my walk I saw a group of people talking. As I approached, one of them remarked how much I looked like my mother. I was about to retort that people usually say I look like my father, but I was in too much of a pensive mood from the conversation with the car wash operator that I simply replied, “really?” and continued walking. I was still within earshot when I heard one of them say, “We will never find another man like Mr. Walker. He was a great man!” The tears came flooding back. 

My father was a great man. He left a great legacy. 

I believe that the best legacy is not any material thing you leave behind; it is the value you added to the lives you left behind.

What will be your legacy?

-eS

Comments

  1. LazlieniOctober 20, 2024 at 1:02 PM

    I've always wondered what people will say about me when I'm gone, or whether or not I'm fulfilling my purpose. I've even told people that fulfilling one's purpose is the way to heaven. This man went straight to heaven.

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  2. AnonymousOctober 20, 2024 at 1:59 PM

    Very good read , your father was really very impactful.
    Every blessing

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  3. AnonymousOctober 20, 2024 at 3:02 PM

    He served well and positively impacted all.

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  4. AnonymousOctober 20, 2024 at 4:56 PM

    It is so important to live a life that speaks for you after death. Your Dad was one of those individual. Take courage my friend you the splitting image of him.

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  5. Nadine Gayle LittleOctober 20, 2024 at 5:41 PM

    Mr. Walker has left the most valuable legacy ever. Far more precious than a hefty savings/investment account. I too desire to be immortalize for service to God and humanity. It's the lives that we impact that truly matters.

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  6. AnonymousOctober 21, 2024 at 7:31 AM

    Rightly said, he was indeed a great man.

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