Be free-floating, allowing the situation to surround you, and be in it. Take in the full surroundings, including the temperature of the water.
This may bring incredible clarity, presence and focus. This is what is means to be a jellyfish.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Thursday Thought of the Day


A statement I uttered while on the phone with my cousin last weekend, while I was trying to find out my maternal grandfather's parents name: "It is questions like this that we really should have asked when the people who knew the answers were still with us."

My daughter was finishing up a Genealogy project she was doing for school.  I called 3 different family members, and no one knew my grandfather's parent's names. My great grandparents names were lost. 

How quickly our lives are forgotten, how quickly our names are no longer important. 

My maternal grandparents both passed away before I was born, and for some reason they were not talked about much. They both passed away by the time they were in their early 60's, and each one experienced a difficult health issue before their death. What we heard most about them is their suffering at the end of their lives. 


There were some great accomplishments my grandfather achieved, we know a few tidbits. (in the pic above he is receiving an award - he is on the right) But, what stories are there of their younger, happy days? Just a few photos with dates on the back, like this photo, either just before or just after their marriage in 1931.

But his parents names no one knew. Yes, a distant cousin probably knew, but there was not time to track her down before the project was due. 

At least we had some photos. I love the old photos, but the stories to go along with them are even better. This photo, below, was found in a dresser, no date, no name, just the photo in the drawer. It is my grandmother, when she was young and healthy, but where was she and when was this? We will never know. 

Why didn't we ask questions when my mother was alive? Why didn't we ask when the people who knew the answers were still with us? Ah, hindsight IS 20/20 they say. Shoulda coulda woulda doesn't get you what you want.

I DO know that my mother and her sister used to like to play in a cemetery. It was always a funny story my mother liked to tell. They lived next door to a cemetery, and would go over to it to enjoy all the space, and run around and play in it.  I remember thinking when I was little that this was crazy, and brave! I believe the cemetery is behind them in this photo, behind the tall metal fence. At least one fun story can be passed down.



So ask now, tell now. It is important to tell those you love while they can still hear you, and you can still tell.

What is a favorite family story of yours?

2 comments:

  1. Now that my mother is nearing the end of her life, I actually did start writing things down. At least rough hand-written fragments. About my father's parents, I know nothing -- they were long gone before I was born, as my own father was 63 when I was born. And oddly, my mother doesn't even know anything about my father's parents, even what my grandfather did for a profession. Then again, my father wasn't much of a talker:)

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  2. write down what you can, you kids will someday appreciate it. my mother's side wasn't much for talking about it either, thus we don't know my great grandparents names. add pictures too! they give such life to the stories.

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