Memoir 1

Memories, memories what an extraordinarily wonderful yet also vicious and dreadful thing. Able to capture moments of grace, beauty and joy or death pain, and suffering from countless years. Even though they could have lasted for only a few humble seconds. The reason I said death, pain and suffering is because that is what I remember. It was just after Christmas. The pain was mine, the suffering my family, and the death was of my grandfather. I at the time was only four but like I said memories are forever. A funny thing about memories you remember details extremely vividly but more general and broader things are forgotten, a grain of sand in the wind in the great desert of time. The most vivid memory was of my grandfathers face his voice and his spirit.But all the relatives even my aunt and uncles that day I have forgotten. The service was long and distant family many, but in the midst of the dismissal I remembered something. On the night that he passed away he called us to his room he was very sick and knew it. He read us a story, called us his two little monkeys sang us a lullaby and sent us to bed. Later that night he died. What I realized is he chose us, his two grandsons to be with him on his death bed. That means more than any award any prize trophy or medal. What I realize know is that memories can be both dreadful yet enlightening, humbling, and extraordinarily wonderful.