I’ve asked myself the question “Why am I writing this
blog?” After some thought I know the
answer is: I’m writing it for two
reasons – Kalina and Zora, my granddaughters.
I
can’t remember a conversation I had with either of my grandfathers. I can’t remember a word either of them ever
said to me. They were nice guys, I’m
sure, and I have positive recollections and memories of them. I was their
oldest grandchild but the times were different and men interacted with family
members differently then, than now. I
have no idea of how they felt about me or the world or themselves.
So
Kalina and Zora, when you are adults and I’m dead and if you wonder what I was
like – read this blog.
You,
each, were a beacon of joy and enlightenment to me assuredly – and other
ancestors presumably. You just reacted
to the world and learned about and enjoyed life, - aided competently by your beautiful
parents. I was an enthusiastic
on-looker.
I
try to picture you at 40 years old reading these words and wish I was
there. The saddest part of growing old
is knowing that I won’t see you grow old.
You
are special.
© 2014 Lester C. Welch
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