At the top of each page in my day planner is a quote pertaining to leadership. It’s why I picked this particular version over all of the others offered by Franklin Covey. Well, that and the pretty pictures. As much as I sweated out the decision, I hate to admit I rarely read these pithy little tidbits of wisdom.

But on a particular day not long ago, I found myself paging through the last month worth of entries, skimming over these sayings. More than a few were profound, but there was one in particular which really spoke to me. It was the following:

“Do not walk through time without leaving worthy evidence of your passage.” - Pope John XXIII

Those words stuck with me. And this past weekend, when I found myself stumbling down the road of introspection, I contemplated them once more.

I guess you could say I was having a bit of an existentialist crisis. I’d just gotten some news I was trying to wrap my head around. Heck, I’m still trying to wrap my head around it.

You may remember that, in July, I participated in Relay for Life. Prior to the event, I wrote about why the event was important to me. It was all about my Uncle Rich and his third battle with cancer.

That’s right, third. After overcoming leukemia and then prostate cancer, he was diagnosed again just under two years ago. This time, however, he didn’t respond as well to treatments, which seemed to drain him of his energy more than make any real in-roads against the insidious disease.

Shortly after Relay, he had a major setback which landed him first in the hospital, and then in a rehabilitation facility. Which is where he was when I saw him in early August. I thought he looked great, but he was very weak – drained from rehab and the strain of being away from home. (I know this, because he didn’t even try to pinch my cheeks.) We had a good visit, though, and he was looking forward to going home in a few days.

That didn’t happen, however. Another set-back sent him back to the hospital, and he’s been bouncing back and forth between the two healthcare facilities ever since. The hope was he’d regain his strength enough to start a new cancer treatment, a drug which looked particularly promising in cases such as his. But as time went on, he kept growing weaker rather than stronger.