Winter gave way to spring, spring to summer and summer to autumn. Each phase added its own page to my life’s story and my quest to make a difference in the lives of others.
I walked the path of life and felt the cool of winter, saw the spring’s colours and experienced the warmth of summer. I heard the sound of autumn leaves crunching under my boots.
My life’s autumn was a time of reflection. There were many memories I held close to my heart. They reminded me of the joys and tribulations.
The leaves crunched under my boots until they didn’t.
My epitaph read, “He made a difference.”
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Jenny Matlock
October 20, 2012 at 10:36
Isn’t that the immortality we all seek?
To make a difference…even in small ways.
Your words were really poignant this week. They made me teary eyed.
Ross Mannell
October 30, 2012 at 13:29
Thanks for the comment and my apologies for taking so long to reply.
The fuzzy image of the man was a charming gentleman who used to train children in soccer at my last school. At 96, he passed two years ago but his memory lives on through a sports day and a school hall named in his honour. He truly made a difference in the lives of so many young.