A friend of mine died unexpectedly last week. I can’t help but think of the brevity of life, and the importance of the influence our presence can have in the lives of others.

A lot can happen between the time we’re born and the time we die; not half of which I feel can in its entirety be truly summarized into the words that make up a eulogy, but the ones who live on can carry the memories.

One of the things they always believed was that things in life boiled down to relationships and would often connect the measure of the quality of their life to the quality of their relationships with others in a communal kind of way.

One of the ways I plan to honor their memory is to carry their sense of connection with me and to work to be more mindful of when my I need to make adjustments because my actions aren’t matching my intentions and values.

“For it matters not, how much we own, the cars…the house…the cash. What matters is how we live and love and how we spend our dash.”

–From the poem “The Dash” by Linda Ellis

How do you measure your life?

Ubuntu,

From Aspiring Humanitarian, Relando Thompkins-Jones, MSW, LLMSW

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