Each morning, I receive a Cowbird Story.
I have read a story a day since I my invitation to join Cowbird arrived earlier this year.
I think it is a great way to share stories within a community dedicated to personal stories.
Today’s story is from Alex Smith.
Her What is a life? story is about her grandfather, Zadie. In a short story, Alex has time to write this:
So what is it? This life. What is it when we leave this world behind? I thought about this over and over and a quote I’d come across just before I found out Zadie had passed. Words about living the width of life, not just the length. In Zadie’s case, his life is now breathing in and out in me, my brothers and sister, my cousins. We each have slices of him. Some of us givers. Others hard workers (sometimes too hard). Others too humble. There are his blue eyes in my brother. The thick glasses in a few of us. The ladies man is there. The adventurers and the gardeners are also thriving. And I definitely got the ‘talking to strangers’ gene.
Fresh from the weight of the weekend, I came back to Colorado and hung a windchime of Zadie’s on my porch. When the wind blows through it, it’s a reminder that each and every life we touch is the legacy we leave. Each story we take the time to hear. Each hug we give. Song we write. The story we create is our life… and it endures in those who are woven into it.
I like the idea that “each and every life we touch is the legacy we leave”. It makes each touch of each life very important.