Some people cast a long shadow.
My mother was such a person. When she died at 103, the church was filled to overflowing with people she’d helped during her life.
Some shadows are very long but aren’t as nice as my mother’s. Control freaks. Pushy people. Gossips.
My husband’s shadow was longish. He fished, hunted, played football, snowmobiled, and did just about every other masculine, difficult thing imaginable and often took a kid or two with him. Our kids are now self-sufficient adults and I believe that he was part of the reason why.
Not everyone has a long shadow. I think mine is small and I prefer it that way because I prefer living my life in solitary contentment and letting each day unfold as it will.
What about you?