Lately I've been bombarded with thoughts and memories of my grandparents. For the most part as a kid we spent one week a summer with them from age 5 to 17. So I really only spent about 3 or maybe 4 months with them growing up in total. But man if it didn't have a lasting effect!
Grass, trees, fish, clouds, cars, houses, smells, foods, words, songs. It seems daily I have something hit me that is a catalyst for some strong, often nostalgic memory of my grand parents. I think about them every day, multiple times. It makes me want to take what is good about them I remember and incorporate it into my life. Especially when the day comes that I get to be a grand parent.
I want to matter. I want to make those kinds of memories. I don't want my family chain broken or forgotten. I want to be like them and even better.
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