Not through buildings, books, televisions or how much money he had in his account- but through lives.
The lives he touched with his words, kindness, support. The lives he touched through his love, encouragement and unfaltering friendship.
He did it. He did it without even trying.
He created something that will last forever. If not only through those people who were affected by it, but the places where his feet have set or his hands have gently grazed.
He understood the definition of forever by not aiming for it or trying to reach it as the ultimate goal...he just lived, and when he left, it sat on the front door step for me to bear witness to, to learn from, and continue on his "forever" by slowly creating my own.