Footprints in the sand

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 I have read somewhere that some people come in our lives for a reason, some come for a season, and a few stay for a lifetime. I feel everyone stays for a lifetime, one way or another. We may not be in touch or have lost contact, every little impact would last a lifetime. Don't you agree? 

Few people made a huge mark in my life that I don't remember their face nor their name, but I remember what mark they left in my life - good or bad. This is my take on leaving footprints. I'm sure others have different views and opinions.

Four decades of living in four different countries and three different continents, I met so many beautiful souls who humbled my life. I lost contact with most people - blame it on work or busy life. Everyone I met helped shape my life, it is like mini LEGO blocks. Every brick of my life has a name tag; in most cases, it is anonymous. 

There are a few people I would never contact again; they were red flags, but they taught me huge life lessons. And I wake up every day thanking and thinking about those who inspired me to be a better person. Either way, everyone we cross paths with will leave a mark.

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What's with this topic- you may ask. It's because,

Recently, I lost the person I was volunteering with on weekends. D is an 80-year-old witty, sharp lady who looks like a twin of Queen Elizabeth. D loved playing cards and board games, especially word games. She knits scarves for the caretakers in the aged care. We got matched to spend a few hours every weekend playing board games. During my visit, we chat about our week, she tells stories of her childhood & her family, and we play a few rounds of UNO or a board game I take with me. I must say she won most of the time (I ain't competitive). When we played blank slate, she came up with new words. She helped me focus. She jokingly said that she will be my son's Australian grandma. I promised her to bring A one-day to play BINGO with her. The last memory I have of D is a smiling, resiliant lady with a positive attitude. Thanks D, for making a difference in my life. 

Hearing about D's demise, A was like, "This is sad ma, why do you do this to yourself?" and we had our chat on this very topic.I did not expect a loss; I have done my initial training on loss and grief, but it didn't hit me until it happened.  

Losing D made me realise what difference I'm making to anyone around me. I don't know whether I have had any impact on anyone yet. Seeking answers is growth. 

I'm ready for tomorrow. What about you?

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