When they close the casket on you, no one will talk about your dazzling performance at the office. No one will care about what you drove. No one will remember what you posted on Instagram. But they will remember your presence. They will recall you picking them up from school or sitting in the stands at their soccer game. They will remember you praying with them or dropping off a meal when they were sick. They will feel your arm on their shoulder when they needed support. They will remember that, imperfect though you were, you were there. They will remember that you showed up.
