Dear diary, it looks like this is the end. I’ve led a good life, experienced both great joy and great sorrow. I’ve felt the love of my family, in fact, I feel it now. Even now they are gathering downstairs to say their final goodbyes. I struggle to write these words, to bid farewell to the world. Even though I had a full life, I feel there is much that needs to be done still. An overpowering sense of loss pervades my very being, and chills me to the bone. What will my family do without me? They mean so much to me, and I to them. I worry about them every day. So many words left unsaid. So many paths left untrod. The tragedy is overwhelming. I’m not afraid to die. What I’m most afraid of is being forgotten. But the reputation you build,the lives you touch and the legacy you leave behind are all that survive anyway.