Today I attended my grandmother's funeral.
She was 92 and lived a wonderful life.
I now know the point of it all (at least for me)
The eulogy was given by a cousin of mine and she reminded me of all the good things that my grandmother did for us. She, along with my grandfather, provided a place for us to grow and explore.
I'm 54, so I grew up in a time when there were no cell phones, no internet, no cable TV. We visited my grandparents at least once a week if not more. They lived on a farm with lots of room to run around on.
My grandfather had cows and pigs, a barn with hay and mounds of corn. They raised chickens and we collected eggs in a basket. Lots of fruit trees and big vegetable garden.
We would climb trees, play by the pond, fish, play in the stream down by the road. There were corn fields and hay fields. They had clear, cold water straight from the well that my grandfather dug years ago.
We picked beans, dug up potatoes and carrots in the garden. Planted flowers and bailed hay. We would watch the moon rise at night after dinner and have fresh apple pie for dessert.
It was a time unlike any other in my life.
The point of it all was that my grandparents gave us a life that was full of everything they knew.
They were good and kind and patient.
I would like to think they set the bar pretty high when it comes to being decent human beings.
To me, that's the point of it all...to treat others as best you can so that they have as many good memories as possible. And in turn they will pass on those values to others.
She was 92 and lived a wonderful life.
I now know the point of it all (at least for me)
The eulogy was given by a cousin of mine and she reminded me of all the good things that my grandmother did for us. She, along with my grandfather, provided a place for us to grow and explore.
I'm 54, so I grew up in a time when there were no cell phones, no internet, no cable TV. We visited my grandparents at least once a week if not more. They lived on a farm with lots of room to run around on.
My grandfather had cows and pigs, a barn with hay and mounds of corn. They raised chickens and we collected eggs in a basket. Lots of fruit trees and big vegetable garden.
We would climb trees, play by the pond, fish, play in the stream down by the road. There were corn fields and hay fields. They had clear, cold water straight from the well that my grandfather dug years ago.
We picked beans, dug up potatoes and carrots in the garden. Planted flowers and bailed hay. We would watch the moon rise at night after dinner and have fresh apple pie for dessert.
It was a time unlike any other in my life.
The point of it all was that my grandparents gave us a life that was full of everything they knew.
They were good and kind and patient.
I would like to think they set the bar pretty high when it comes to being decent human beings.
To me, that's the point of it all...to treat others as best you can so that they have as many good memories as possible. And in turn they will pass on those values to others.
Insanity - Doing the same thing over and over again, expecting a different result
