How They Remember You

 How They Remember You

    What we do here on Earth matters. We each leave a legacy, whether good or bad. Rascal Flatts has a beautiful song called “How They Remember You”. I’ve listened to the song several times today. Here’s the link: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=g_8ed6_5K_k 

    

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