Six Lessons My Great-Grandmother Taught Me About Life. There is no such thing as a small life, really. It's such humility and gratitude that makes a seemingly small life large and very important. Beautiful essay, and proves that everyone's story deserves to be told
The beautifully written post Missed Memories moves me to write something deep from within my heart. My mother just turned 88 this past July 4th, and like iscribblings said about her grandmother in the post below, we always celebrate my mother's birthday like it's a holiday- because, well it is. But that was not the case …
Things are always happening around us and to us. We feel our hearts race when we encounter a surprise (like getting an extra large chocolate chip in your ice cream), and we hold onto those memories for quick lifts during dull days.
I just wish I could remember more happy little surprises as the days roll on and the years speed by. I had read somewhere that our notion of time flying as we grow older is due to our brain’s already well-stocked memory. So, as we go along our day to day lives, nothing has quite the same sparkle as when we were younger – nothing surprises us anymore.
The advice, of course, was to create and experience new sensations so that time “slows” and our brains stay active.
My brain needs a good kick to remember details (that’s why I blog, scrapbook and journal). It’s not like I…
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