She was...

Lately I've been thinking about when I die and what will be said of me. Now don't worry, I don't plan on dieing anytime soon, these thoughts have come from reading the Book of Mormon and thinking about family history work.

When I go on walks, runs, or bike rides I look around and see perfect yards everywhere. My landlord is constantly working on the yard (perk for me!), my neighbors are ANAL about having the lawn mowed to perfection, and everywhere I go I see flowers being planted and fences being painted. It makes me think about when I have a house one day. I think it's great for people who enjoy working in their yards. It's wonderful excersize and can be quite enjoyable work, but I can't help but think...

when I'm dead and gone no one will care what my yard looked like.

No one ever puts, "Her lawn was always trimmed perfectly to 3/4 inch, and her hedges were never out of place," in obituatiaries. They might mention that someone was a master gardener, or an interior decorator, but life is about people and what they do, it's not about the things they have.

With that in mind I started thinking about what I would like people to say about me.

I want it to be said that...

 I was a great mother

I was a splendid wife

I wrote and illustrated a great childrens book (or two)

I was a devoted Latter-Day Saint

I made people laugh

I cared about people

I was a good teacher

I was fun

I was a great artist

But most of all, regardless of what people will say about me, I want to know that I fought the good fight, that I never gave up, and that I remained faithful until the end.

Also it would be nice if people thought I was a snazzy dresser.