Day 16. I think. I’m so tired I can barely do this… but I want to stick with this.
And the day is NOT over yet.
Today I met family I’d never seen before, from my mother’s side. It was a touching experience and I was driven to tears many times. I would say my family is good at many things, but they’re especially talented with:
Saving and somehow sharing old photographs
Writing about their lives (Maybe this blogging thing is in my genes)
Making everyone feel welcome
As I looked over an entire table length display of photographs … I was struck with the realization that every life matters.
In fact, my great uncle Arndt said those very words today at his birthday celebration…. “Your life matters. Every story counts. Every person has a legacy.”
Here are some photos I took today. The last one includes a poem written by my late great uncle Olaf.
My grandpa, Conrad Braaten, in the middle
Grandpa on the right, with siblings
More….
The poem
Today left me pondering some big questions. It left me wondering what my legacy will be.
It sort of left me wishing and hoping that someday I’ll be remembered by my great grandchildren.
Love, Lou (who is saying… more on this. Maybe after I get ten [million] hours of sleep)
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