Friday, November 04, 2011

Remember...

Uncle Dick passed away this week.  Technically he wasn't my uncle, but my mom's, but that's what I knew him as.

He made it to my cousin's wedding this summer which was awesome.

Uncle Dick and my cousin Brooke (we're one day apart!)
January 2010

He's the last of my grandfather's brother's.  Lilly passed away almost 2 years ago, Grandma this year, and now Richard.

No more first person memories of life after WWII in Spokane and Seattle.  A different era than the one we live in now.

I love to read about history, but it seems often there's not enough time to actually spend with the people in our lives who are our living history.  Perhaps it's because of distance or perhaps it's simply because when we get together there are the now things to talk about, but it happens too infrequently.

I wonder how much we lose by not hearing these stories?  I wonder what will be remembered of me and this time and our generation in the future?

We are so much better at cataloging our lives now (hello blog!) in words and pictures... sometimes it's information overload.

I think we all want to be remembered, but some of us put down our memories for other reasons.  I want to be able to remember myself, mostly the good times of course!  I also like stability and the past is one thing that doesn't change.  Not that I really want to live in the past, but sometimes it's nice to visit.  You know what to expect!

Here's a question: What do you remember most about someone who's passed away in your family?


This is a post prompt from The Gypsy Mama. Join in?

3 comments:

  1. "Not that I really want to live in the past, but sometimes it's nice to visit. You know what to expect!"
    Exactly!
    Blessings!

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  2. How very true... and how often I fail to reach out with a simple phone call. Thank you for this post. There are so many who have passed on in my family - so many memories shared and made together... you have just filled me with an avalanche of mental pictures. What I remember most about those in my family who have passed? The love. ;)

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  3. I remember so much about my dad, but probably what I remember most is that he was always there to bail us out when we made silly choices, and loved us just the same. He never gave up hope that we would start making wise choices. That, and his love of spicy food, coffee, and his amazing sense of humour.

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