How will you be remembered?
Legacy is not what you leave, legacy is what you live.
January 1, 1916, my great-grandmother was born. She had a gentle and quite spirit and lived a life of faith with much love for family. What I remember most is how she could be found in her favorite chair with her favorite companions, the Bible, the Reader’s Digest, and the crossword puzzle. She was my first example of a scholar. A pencil and paper were always within her arms reach. I now realize what a valuable gift this was for her, being one of 13 children, growing up on a sharecropper’s farm. With no more than an eighth-grade education, she never took her ability to read and write for granted.
I grew up sitting at her feet, listening to her stories, and being a witness to her prayers. I miss hearing her sweet voice, but I am grateful for the memories and the handwritten letters she wrote me when I lived in Hawaii and Washington D.C.
In a few weeks, I will participate in winter commencement and doctoral hooding ceremony.
I will carry a picture of my great-grandparents and a picture of my children with me when I walk across the stage. I am the bridge between these two generations. The past provided me foundation. The future gives me motivation.
The legacy that I live is one that has been passed through generations. It is a legacy of faith and determination, that with God all things are possible.
What legacy are you living?