Sooner or later... any memory of us will fade away. The grandmother I never met. My father's mother that passed away when I was less than 4 years old... perhaps a bit earlier. I lost three grandparents before I was born of shortly thereafter... Having no memory of them at all. Only one, my mother's father lived for me to know him... And even that was very superficial. Looking through since old photos, the one on the left from 1901. Wow... 118 has ago... Almost too much to imagine. What were their lives like? What did they enjoy? What kind of people were they? Their personalities? Their loves & passion and interests. What did they do? How did they live? Their lives story! Questions that will never be answered. In this case, Emma was lost to history before I even knew her. For most of us, usually any one beyond grandparents are totally lost to history except for perhaps a record of their name. And so shall it be with everyone now. Beyond our grand children, we too will be lost to history. At best a faded fragmented memory of small bits and pieces of our life. And while historical records may provide census information, we will have faded away into history too. An old photo that would bring up more questions than answers. Such is life. Ashes to ashes... dust to dust... and as we pass the great grandparents station in life... Completely forgotten... Almost like we never lived. At best, a name on an old photograph. All these lives that mattered... sooner or later... gone... as if we never existed. But what will it really matter anyway... For we will be long gone. Just something to reflect on... early in the morning...alone with my thoughts.
