Wanna be...

What do I want to be?
What effect do I want to have?
What purpose do I want my life to serve?

I don't know much.
I don't know exactly who I want to be or exactly what I want to do.
But I do have a rough idea.

I want to be someone that is remembered long after I am gone.
I want to be someone that people who don't know me, miss me.
I want to be the person who others can look up to.

Last night I was talking with Will.
We got onto the subject of one of his very good friends who had passed away in a car accident 4 years earlier.
We've talked about him before and I've heard tons of stories.
And then I realized something last night.

I want to be like Kevin Hunter.

I don't know him.
I never got to meet him.
I've never heard his voice.
I've never heard him laugh, sing, or cry.
But I miss him.

I miss him in a way that feels like when you go to the kitchen to grab the last cookie to only discover that someone just grabbed it a minute before you.
I hear stories about him and wish I could have been there when they happened.

I want to be missed by people that don't know me.