What I will be known as after I am gone is something I won’t know. At least not here. At every single funeral I attend these thoughts plague me. So much so that I began to wonder–on paper if not out loud, just exactly what I am. A daughter, a wife, a sister, a mother, a grandmother, even a friend. But there is one thing I want to be known as above any other thing. I want to be known as a daughter-wife-mother-sister-grandmother who had a passionate heart for God.