I remember my great grandad and my grandparents clearly. I wonder if they ever thought I would remember them for so long. I am 72. I still have flashbacks of my time with them. It’s as though a jigsaw puzzle of my life has been entwined together with their influences. Indelible memories formed my childhood. The spaces between, filled by my parents, meshed with their guidance and my schooling and life challenges I faced as a young adult, learning to be a human. Their influence stays with me still. Memories that taught me about life love, laughter, sadness and loss. They are, gone from my life but alive in my memories.
Life is a beautiful quilt of learnings, sewn with care. The pieces come together to form impressions, feelings, sentiments, creation of life, hopes and ambitions.
As I embrace those memories, I create new memories for my children and grandchildren who look to me for guidance. I give them my hand as an extension of those lives before.
May the extension of my hand one day be remembered and payed forward to future generations. Their lives enriched by caring hands passed like batons through the ages.
Perhaps, the meaning of life is this simple.
That’s lovely 😊