Last year after a prolonged downtime, I wrote a eulogy on behalf of my then 3-year-old girl to speak of me at my funeral.
I imagined how my own funeral would look like, and how she would feel about me not being around anymore. I assumed the kind of positive impacts I would have on her. For instances, the ones she becomes aware of and the ones she would be grateful for. And I thought about how she would see me as a mother, businesswoman, daughter, friends and etc..