This Christmas season I spent a lot of time thinking about the real meaning of Christmas, as we spent time with my beautiful grandma before she passed away. I thought a lot about the birth of the Savior and felt joy in the knowledge that because of our Savior death is not the end. We shed many tears for my grandma's passing, but we shed many more tears of joy for the knowledge that she is with her beloved husband and family again.
My grandma was a teacher and her life was the greatest lesson she could ever give. She didn't teach by lecturing, but by doing. She looked for the good in everyone, and then praised them every chance she got. She worked tirelessly serving where ever she went. She not only made places more beautiful, but people as well. My grandma left me a legacy of love, service, and kindness. I realize that each day I am building the kind of legacy I will leave to those around me. As I do, I find myself striving to love more, to serve more, and to be a little bit more the person my grandma believed me to be. That I know is a legacy worth leaving.
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