He died. 75 years old. His funeral was filled with many people but what caught the funeral director by surprise was that the majority was young people. Not many young people attened funerals and all of them certainly couldn't be grandchildren. Curiosity got the best of him and finally pulled one of the young men aside as the man was leaving.
"Sir I couldn't help but notice all you young people who came out today to show their respect, how was it that you knew this fellow?"
The young man looked up and smiled, "He was my neighbor."
"And for the rest of these young people?"
"Yup neighbor as well. We all grew up in the same neighborhood but everyone knew who Mr.Pete was! He would walk down to the park and just sit on the bench and watch us play. Often times we would gather around him while he told stories and showed us pictures from his life. We learned so much from listening to Mr.Pete! He was the only one who had time for us. Everyone eles was too busy."
As the young man left the funeral director was left standing pondering what he had just heard.
Through his career he had helped with many people including for those who were known for there great humanitarian and community work but never had it struck him like it did now.
A man who many never guessed would do much for his community changed it just through the friendship of so many children.
That's the type of legacy I want he thought as he turned around went back to his duties. Tommrow was Saturday and he knew exactly what he was going to do.
~landen m.
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