Thoughts on life

I've been thinking over the past few days, about life, death, and the speed at which we move. Things get taken for granted. With the passing of my grandma, so much of my family's history has passed on as well--stories, memories, names, places, recipes......all things that I never thought to ask when I had a chance may never be known again. Looking at old photographs of my grandma, I wonder who the "strange" man is on the motorbike, or who took the pictures of her lying on the beach in the 1940s style bathing suit. I wonder what it was like being married at the age of 17, and I wish I thought to ask what her life was like when she was in her 20s. Sure, I knew the grandma of current, with her "permed" "blond" hair, love of wine, and loud "silence" about things that caused her displeasure, just to keep the peace. Yet, I ache to know more about my past, and I am sorry I never took the time to ask more about it.

Life moves by so quickly, and I think it is important to stop and take a moment to record "memories" for future generations. Otherwise, when I am gone, who will remember the things about me?