Shinichi's had many reasons for living throughout his short life. His first reason for living had been his family. Yukiko and Yusaku Kudo had been the center of his life back when he was a child. There was nothing in the world that he would have traded for them. That was, at least, until he met Mouri Ran.
Mouri Ran was a bright, energetic girl that would actually hang out with him. No one had really done that before because of how smart he was for such a young kid. If someone had gotten past that, though, they would try to be friends with him because of his parents. This was not the case with Ran though. She was truly genuine in her friendship for him. This had made him so happy that he could have jumped for joy but he was much too serious for that. He soon developed feelings for her and she became his main meaning in life. That was the way it had stayed until she died giving birth to their second child. She had given him two new meanings to his life before dieing.
Shinichi worked hard for those two new little kids that were his meaning. The oldest one was named Conan Suki Kudo so that he would never forget his time as Conan. The second was named Nozomi Rai Kudo. This name meant Hope and Trust to remind him that these things were still in the world even if you couldn't have seen them at that moment. He worked so hard for his little kids that held so much meaning to his life that he soon was the savior of all of Japan's police force. These kids had held so much meaning to his life because they were a connection to Ran and in some ways his parents who had died because they had tried to save him during the final encounter with the Black Organization. To get these two children three lives had been sacrificed but that just gave the kids more meaning in his life.
Now I was about to die. I had just been shot and was being rushed to the hospital even though I knew I would die. There was no way I would be saved. The only thing that I regretted was that I wasn't there to watch my kids grow up. I hoped that they would understand why I had left them. After all there was no way that I would have let the kid that was being shot at die. I would rather take the shot myself rather than have another innocent die. I had, had enough of death in others. My last act of meaning in my life was that I had just saved a child. I was now content to die. When I died I was accepted with open arms by all those that had passed before me. I knew that I would do the same with the others that would come after me even if I did not know them. This was my meaning in death.
His final meaning was found when he protected someone from harm. If it would save another than he would gladly put him in harms way. There was no way he would ever let someone come to harm when he was around. It didn't matter who they were so long as they needed protection or help. He would come to their rescue even it meant his death.
