At the service, it was quite evident just how many people she had touched. You just don't meet people like Connie often enough.
After the service, Karen and I got to have a nice dinner and reflect on Connie and life in general. As I drove home Saturday night, I thought about my own life and questioned many things. I am definitely a thinker, especially when I am driving, which is a lot. It's always the harsh reality of life that puts everything into perspective. It makes me realize how some things that are seemingly so important at times, really don't mean much in the big picture of life. At the end of the day, it's not about anything more than how you impacted other people and if I can make half the impact that Connie did, I will have done something right.