As I sat today during the funeral of a friend’s mother I pondered this question.
Is it simply achieving great age?
Is it leaving behind many who loved you?
What about the joy and love and laughter you shared?
What about the things you built – from great to small?
What does the work you did count in this assessment?
What about contributions to the common good?
And what of those who quietly live and die quietly?
No simple answers readily come to mind. Still pondering what constitutes a well lived life.