Irises

Be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle

Each time I see purple irises, I think about Aunty Arneda. I got an email with this photos on it today and am posting in memory to a special aunt who always made me feel special. I knew she cared about me and many others.

Each persons ideals are different. Aunty Arenda had high ideals and believed in the importance of education and being a moral person. She had high standards for all those around her and expected people to live up to those standards. She loved her children dearly.

What will people remember about me when I am gone one day. Will I leave something of my self behind. Will I be remebered?