What Life is AboutWow...hard to believe that it's almost been a year since my grandmother passed away. Not sure I could say much more about her than the day I wrote Everyone Needs A Hero.
I can tell you that reading that post at her funeral was both the most rewarding and hardest thing I've ever been privileged to do.
I can tell you that I have often thought about how she would have responded to the news that I was named Director of Technology for Greater Clark County Schools. The only thing I could say for sure is that at some point in the conversation she would have said, "Oh Brett Alan, that's wonderful." My grandma is the only person on this planet that ever called me "Brett Alan", and the only person that ever will.
I can tell you that I think of her often and even put her number in my new cell phone after I moved. Even though if I called it now it would either ring somebody else or tell me it's been disconnected for the first time in who knows how long. I'm almost 100% certain it was the first 7 digit number she ever had and it also happened to be the only one she would ever need.
I can tell you that it put a smile on my face and a tear in my eye to see my wife using my grandma's old flour sifter while making a cake for my oldest son's 10th birthday.
I can tell you that one the best things about my new house is that I had room to get out the coffee table that used to belong to her and my grandpa. I can't remember exactly how I ended up with it but I'm glad it's sitting in my living room, covered with their great-grandchildren's toys. Although, I'm not entirely certain my grandpa would approve. :)
So why do I tell you these things? Why do I sit here with a box of Kleenex, cry my eyes out, and make myself type this post?
Because people are worth remembering. They deserve to have their memories passed on. In all the hustle and bustle of life we need to stop and remind ourselves about what's important.
Life is about preserving the memories of those who have passed on. My grandma was the keeper of my family history. Everything in her house had meaning and everything had a story. Her house didn't just tell her story but in many ways told the story of every member of my family. Going through things in her house after she passed was like watching a silent movie of the Clark/Haskell family history.
Life is about the people around you. Life is about belonging to a community and being part of a family. Life is about living and pursuing your dreams with reckless abandonment.
My grandma taught me so much. Even a year after her passing, I'm still learning from her.
Love you Grandma,
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