Generations

So today I go on this search of thinking about just how many generations were living when my grandmother was still alive, shocked to realize it was 4 generations. But what got me researching about just how wonderful that was. The stories and everything so entertaining.

I suppose I am different if I say I like living with my mother. It is a connection to those roots that held me together as a child. Sure it shows in the world we live in that I am a loser but why not see it as a positive light. I mean so many cultures want their family, generations too, to live in one place. I am old in many things and this is one of them.

So many times I think of how cool it was living with my grandmother and learning her stories. I miss her and my grandfather.

And down to it I look at their marriage -50 years and see wow. And so much more is that my grandmother lived nearly another 30 years without him by her side. Even more wow.

So sure generations gap as I am with my children.  Yet I am close to what I have left. Family is family whether blood or not. I keep you close.

A tad bit sentimental moment but that is part of me.

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