I’m out of town and won’t be blogging until Friday (provided I get back at a decent hour on Thursday.)
My father-in-law passed away last week at the age of 88, and we’re taking the family down to L.A. for the funeral mass. It’s certainly bittersweet. We wish our kids could have lived closer to their grandfather to see him more often, but we feel blessed that they knew him at all. Too many kids grow up without knowing their grandparents at all, and our kids have their grandmother (my mom) and had their grandfather (my father-in-law.)
I love talking to the senior generation. They did more with less and for all the complaints we have today, they lived through so much more, world wars and a much bigger depression than we’ve faced. They had less debt and families generally stayed in the same town, or at least the same state. The past isn’t perfect, but it’s still wonderful. I loved listening to my own grandparents tell stories about growing up, and what it was like living in California during WWII. I loved listening to Larry talk about his life. We should all take the time to listen to our parents and grandparents, because their experiences are invaluable and we can learn so much from them.