Feeling my age and wandering through time
I'm more than halfway to 47 years old. More than halfway through my life span. Each day at my job that I work on documenting the lives of people who are long gone, it hits me. Our time is fleeting and we often leave those who knew and loved us very little to help preserve our stories. Who were we before they knew us? Who were we when we were apart during our shared time on this Earth? And so I find myself thinking about legacy time and again. I don't know that I will have much in the way of financial support to leave or nostalgic artifacts that my children and any of their descendants would want. But I do have my memories here and now. I can write them down so that should I not be here to share the story of my life, they have a reference point from which to begin their examination of who I was, should they be so inclined to be curious. Last weekend, one of my newly adult sons was here at the house with his lovely girlfriend. We had a nice conversation around the kitchen peni...