I don’t remember much about my grandmother.
I know we were very close until she passed away when I was 8 but I don’t remember many of the details. The moments. Much of it is lost over 30 years later.
I do recall that she liked to knit. I remember trips to the yarn store by bus. She lived in Chicago and didn’t drive. I remember her taking a cab home one time because I was sick. That’s really the extent of 8 years of memories that I can manage to drum up.
But something else remains.
Despite the blur that my memories have succumbed to, there is this sentiment that remains. A sentiment that focuses on the importance of family. Of cherishing the time we have together.
It’s not intentional, and I don’t believe it was something she meant to instill. But it’s there none-the-less.
Because I miss her. I really do. And I see in my kids that same opportunity to build memories with their grandparents. Memories that may fade over time, but that set a tone for the type of people they become. Cherishing the little things. Valuing time more than trinkets. Placing the value their life has in the relationships they form, not how much money they make or the car they drive.
In the video My Uncle’s Gift, a young boy inherits his uncle’s camera and it changes his life. I inherited, not an actual thing, but a concept. A way of being. A good way of being. And I look forward to passing this on to my children.
I hope that I can keep her good going in them.
How do you relate to the video? Is there a life lesson or other tradition that has changed or affected your life? How do you keep good going?