Oh how I cherish things from my mother and father. All of the stories they've told me, the gifts they've given, the wisdom they have imparted...
I wish that I would have kept them all better, especially the stories, there have been so many~ some happy, some sad, but mostly just about their lives in the making. I wish I would have written them all down to save. For future generations, a long way down this road of life, to read about and hold just a tiny little piece of history in their hearts.
I'm sure they didn't think that all of their stories and gifts had significant meaning to anyone, but to me they mean the world.
While they haven't been together for many years, and have both remarried and share their lives with wonderful people, the two of them are my roots, the place where I, and many generations to follow, began.
I always feel like my life has never had much substance, that I don't have much of a legacy to pass on. I have an infinite abundance of memories, not many of which would be of much interest to anyone else, or at least that's my opinion. But I can say without a doubt that I wish that I would have had something, anything, in written form, from my grandparents and their parents before them. Anything that spoke of their daily lives and the things that thought would have been of no importance to anyone else. It would have been important to me.
This coming year I vow to keep better track of everything, it's never too late to start...
Sunday, December 28, 2008
history and things to come
written by Tiffany at 6:59 PM
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9 people had this to say:
I SO disagree. You are a woman of substance and reflection. You are fearless, determined, courageous and have lived passionately and authentically.
Okay, please don't make me cry, if I cry before bed I wake up all puffy eyed and funny looking ;o)
Seriously though, thank you for your sweet words, you're the best!
xoxox
This is my first visit to your lovely blog...I love to read words written by others who feel and love deeply. I was blessed by my visit here.
See, that's why I think blogging is great. My children aren't much interested in what I have to say on my blog, but I hope that my grandchildren or great-grands will be slightly interested. I blog for posterity and for personal diversion and creative outlet.
Isn't it amazing how the little things mean so much? I wish I had my Grandfathers voice on a recording. He had the greatest voice. I can still hear him if I really try to think about it, I'm just afraid at some point I will loose that too. Best of luck as you preserve those special memories.
Thanks to everyone for your sweet comments! I'm always amazed that anyone actually reads me here! haha
Mama2hre, it's the same for me, in a way. Every time I have a voice mail from my Dad, it's very difficult for me to erase it. I worry that something will happen to him and it will be the only way for me to ever hear his voice again...
I think that blogging is sort of my journal...and somewhat a quirky way of relating my everyday life! I would like to hear some of those stories when you get them organized...maybe it will be easier to get them down doing it BLOG post style?
Hope you had an excellent Christmas!!!
Your stories are just as precious to us as your parents and grandparents are to you.
You contribute to the world's goodness evey day through your words to us.
Write down the stories you remember and add your own, it will be a treasure.
Just doing some genealogy helped me feel more connected to the grandparents that I never knew and relatives that I barely met.
I think Ky said it best, but she forgot caring and compassionate.
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