What kind of mark will you leave?

It was a regular commute home from work.

Traffic slowed to a stop.

But the semi-truck didn’t.


Today I sat in the back of a church.

I watched as loved ones said goodbye to their son, brother, nephew, and friend.

I listened as the priest grappled with words to bring comfort to those in the church.

I cried.

Even though I knew him for 4 out of his 29 years on this earth, he left behind a mark on my life.

I don’t know what kind of mark, but it’s there, it’s real, and it was enough for me to say goodbye with those also touched by his life.

You will be missed Zach. Thank you for leaving your mark on this world.