Friday night is my going away party. Why don't they just call it a heart throb party? Or a tear-fest? There are so many people who have touched my life in a remarkable way, in just the last couple of years, that I have no idea how I'm going to feel after tomorrow night. Family, church people, former co-workers, friends who have crossed that line into family... I just have to remember that this is a going-away party... not a good-bye party. So is saying good bye what it takes to be Brave?
I have no business changing the world, nor do I wish to be remembered after I'm gone. I do, however, desire to be the person I'm needed to be by those I love.