“I never wanted to be remembered for what I owned — only for how hard I laughed and how freely I loved.”

Eleanor wrote this herself, three years before she passed.

“I told the same three jokes for fifty years. They still landed. That's all I needed to know about myself.”

Marcus wrote this himself, the winter before he passed.

“I believed every wall deserved at least one mural. I spent my life proving it.”

Rosa wrote this herself, the year she finished her last painting.