My uncle was visiting us this past weekend. He's only a few years older than me, there are 12 children on my fathers side of the family. My grandmother is not doing well, and he got a call that she went into the hospital again this weekend. She's in her mid 80's. For reasons I'm not entirely sure of, I feel very connected to her. Yet, I haven't seen her in 3 years. Life and all, you know?
About 10 years ago, my family with Grandma
My Poppy on my mothers side is ill too. Dementia, progressing rapidly. I haven't seen them in about 3 years either. I think we may be taking a trip to see them all this weekend (they all live semi-near each other, and about 4 hours from us).
“That’s all we are — just stories. We only exist by how people remember us, by the stories we make of our lives. Without the stories, we’d just fade away.”
|—||Charles De Lint|
I wonder if that's the appeal of blogging. You can be anyone. You don't need to write a book, or have your journals published. You can just be you - and tell your own story. You can be counted. You can be remembered.
I don't want this time with my grandparents to fade away. I want to take their stories with me, I want to create more stories to tell.
I wonder what stories people would tell of me? Would they be the same as the ones I would tell of myself? What about you?