2006 taught me this, though it has drifted to the back of the queue in the subsequent years:
Nothing lasts but our connection to other people. The money we make disappears into mortgages, the work we do is swallowed into the industry of the entire organization. Few of us will be remembered for our memorandum or our 401k plans. The only thing that lasts is the human connection. My nephew will remember me playing with him. I remember the kindness I have received from unexpected quarters when I needed it most – the shoulders I have cried on, the gratuitous hugs I’ve received, the people who have taken the time to smile or encourage. I can list all that I can think of, if you’d like, in no particular order:
My white witch
Lost in Jersey
Everyone Else Has A Blog
The next JKRowling
MoJoe’s Good Dr.
For as long as I’m alive, all of the above (and more that I can’t think of at the moment) will live, at least in my head. And all because they picked me up in one way or another over the past 2+ years.