Meaning of life

Those of you who know me fairly well will be aware my Grandfather died recently. To me, he was calm, wiry humor, tight hugs and unquestioning support. Although I didn’t get to know him as well as I might have liked, I always admired him and wanted to make him proud.

I’ve always been a very driven person and losing someone close to me made me so much more aware, as I’m sure it does for most people, that you never know how much time you have. I get scared sometimes, thinking what if I die tomorrow? What if I’m just suddenly gone and I haven’t achieved anything worth remembering…

Lol. What if everyone hates me for never finishing my book series?

It’s taken me a while to process everything, but I realized that wanting to be remembered is silly. I mean, practically speaking, perhaps my friends and children might remember me, even my grandchildren, but given enough time and enough generations, everyone is forgotten… or turned into legends that bear no resemblance to the real people anyway (I doubt I’m legend material).

My grandfather’s life meant different things to the different people who’s lives he touched, but for my part, I’m proud to say he was my grandfather. He lived with integrity and courage. He loved my grandmother and all his children and grandchildren, and we loved him in return. I have no question that his life was full and complete and you know what? I think that’s enough.

So whether I live to twenty five or ninety five, if I’ve lived with integrity and love, the rest is just a bonus.

Thank you for being awesome Grandpa ❤

4 thoughts on “Meaning of life

  1. Writing a book helps, maybe? I mean, whenever you die (hopefully not for yonks), you’re book(s) will still be around, and anyone who picks it up and read it, will think about you. Anyway, you’re such an awesome person, people who have met you, or know you, aren’t going to forget you easily.

    But you’re right, people don’t remember people forever. But I suppose, when sometimes you wish you’d spent more time with them or did more things with them, you’ve just got to remember the good times you DID have with them. When my Nana died, I felt incredibly guilty, feeling like I didn’t see her enough and didn’t spend enough time with her, etc. It took a lot of reminding myself that I couldn’t change the past, and that I should focus on the good times we had together.
    Sorry, I’m rambling on a lot here!

  2. They say death is your next adventure…it’s leaving everything behind that frightens me. I don’t mind the idea of the unknown so much.
    On a (much) lighter note, the French village stories all seem to be going so well! It’s such a great idea Beaulah! You’re an awesome teacher!

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