Family loss, history lost
A beloved aunt died last week. We had spoken a year or more ago of her doing a family history or legacy letter. It didn’t happen, and she had some stories to tell! Each time one spontaneously came up, whether we were just sitting around looking at something she found funny in an email, or visiting on her patio, I almost always wished I had thought to smuggle in a tape recorder (and obtain permission after the fact).
Now, not only is there a deep absence, but there is a wide swath of history blown bare. Others know bits of it but without the rich context, and without her keen-eyed, life-well-worn perspective to reflect on it.
I do at least have letters from her, in her beautiful handwriting, saying lovely things. I will cherish them.
Please write something for those who love you.