When people die all they sometimes leave behind is a story. They may have written it down in journals; as memoirs of the things that they thought important; or they may have been story tellers of a different sort, telling other people’s tales by their words as journalists or historians. All the same their stories about other people is also an expression of what they cared about.

Letters from a husband, who’s far away fighting a war, to a wife waiting prayerfully for him back home would tell the story of love. Even if he only comes back in flag draped body bag, his story, told by the words in the letters would remain.

School certificates and commendations for the little girl that died too soon, would tell the story of her love of sport and competition.

Scribbles in the poet’s note book or doodles in the artist’s sketch pad would tell the story of the beginnings of a budding artist.

These stories may be ignored by one generation but later on become a fascination of another generation. The story is never completely finished, it rather is carried on by someone else down through time.

The more words and actions the person leaves behind, the greater the story becomes.

It is important to tell a story, it is most important to leave a story that will be told for you – what you never had time to finish saying. It is supremely important to tell an outstanding (in the best way possible) story.

You write it everyday. By your actions. By your notes. By your shared thoughts. By your words. You don’t stop telling until you pass away.

Will your story be retold and carried on once you’re gone?