What would someone write about me?

Our friend's funeral is tommorrow. In the midst of celebration with the ending of school and graduation, there is hurt. A newspaper article was emailed to us regarding his life and accomplishments. Already, at such a young age, he had touched so many lives. He had given from his heart. He loved people and he loved helping others. Quiet, unassuming, yet powerful and driven with purpose, his community pledges to continue his dreams as a tribute to him. To think of physical life ending at my age, right now, is difficult to imagine. Leaving my husband, my two children, my friends, my hopes, my dreams, my unfinished goals, comes to the top of my heart; yet, what effect would my leaving truly have? Have I made a difference to the young person who needs a chance, needs hope, another beginning? Have I sacrificed for others beyond comfort? Have I loved the enemy and forgiven wrong? Is there someone I have offended who needs to hear my apology? What do I need to change? Who do I need to love more? To speak kind, good, uplifting words, rather than gossip or hate. Have I taught our children to matter to their community? To work hard at doing the right things and forgive yourself when you are wrong. Has my home stood for Jesus, lived for Jesus and forsaken material idols? Tonight, at 8pm, the graduation ceremonies will take place. The class that is graduating is my first eight grade class I started teaching on Sunday mornings, six years ago. As I chose their cards, I hoped I had made a difference in their lives. I hoped I had been real to them, not only on Sunday morning but anytime , anywhere, so that when that day comes and I go home to Jesus, someone will read about my life and it will make a difference to them. May our God comfort, carry, love, and give mercy to our dear friends in this time of loss and victory.