Lately I’ve been thinking about the flood of memories that come at unexpected moments when you get to be an “older,” “elder,” or “senior.” Maybe it was the first anniversary of my father’s death at 102 this March, or maybe a function of all the years and experiences “under the belt” (along with all those desserts)!
The many chapters of my life don’t appear to have much to do with each other, each stage so different in setting, in experience. But in reality, each stage has been built on the previous ones. From the small town and the farm to the big city, from one-room school to university, from safe and happy family to semi-orphan to family and to long-term (32 years now) relationship, from department store assistant (cleaning the canaries’ cages, among other duties) to teacher, academic counselor (with retirement plan!), from North Dakota to international travels—all an amazing journey for me, one that doesn’t always make sense, but one I have enjoyed and learned from.
Which brings me to two sentiments that popped up on Facebook today:
1. Live for today: Every day is a gift. Cherish the past, and
2. Pass on your legacy to your children and grandchildren.
While these two sentiments may seem contradictory, they don’t have to be. I plan to reflect on and write about all those memories and see what comes. My experience with writing, especially writing feelings, brings a certain peace. I’m so pleased to see Susan Adcox’s (http://grandparents.about.com) new book*, Stories From My Grandparent: An Heirloom Journal for Your Grandchild. Using Susan’s book, I plan to focus on sharing my “legacy” with my grandchildren.