Significance

 I'm always startled to be remembered.  

My name has changed (twice!). 

My hair, clothes, glasses, husband, confidence, spirit...

yet she knew me.

Called me by my dead name but there was something that ignited memory for her.  

It humbled me and was so odd.

Because, truthfully, I feel invisible most of the time.  

Like my stone thrown into the lake of life casts very little disturbance.

But then a kid from 20 years ago remembers me and I realize maybe my impact is slightly larger than I know. 

Was I able to lead you toward stories? Did I help you define dreams? Was I able to listen without judgement?  Is your writing better? Your creativity more pronounced? Are you able to look in a mirror and love yourself a little bit more? 

If so, then maybe I'm not so invisible. Maybe what I do with my day is more important than I know. Maybe loving others really does leave a bigger impression than I know.