We all die twice—once when we take our last breath and again when our stories fade. Who will be there to tell yours?

“We all die twice. Once when our bodies give up and again when our stories stop being told.” – NCIS

Hearing this really struck a chord with me.

I thought of my parents—how their stories, lessons, and memories live on in us. I remembered friends who’ve gone ahead, and the little pieces of them that remain in the stories we share. It made me reflect on my own life.

One day, my time will come too.

Who will be there to tell my stories? Will the lessons I’ve learned, the moments I’ve cherished, and the love I’ve shared still echo in someone’s heart?

The thought is both humbling and motivating. It reminds me to live with intention, to create memories worth telling, and to share stories that matter.

How does this sit with you? Did it hit home for you too?