A very close friend of mine lost her mother-in-law today. A mother-in-law who lived close and was involved in her small children’s lives.
She lamented today that her youngest would never even remember her.
And with the passing of her father-in-law a few years ago, there were no grandparents on that side of the family.
When I was growing up, my GREAT-grandparents were alive. Granted, they lived in Germany, and we only saw them in person every 5 years or so, but we KNEW them.
Maybe it was the stories my mom told. Maybe it was the photos I used to pour over. Maybe it was the recorded cassette tapes sent back in forth – which of course were in German – but no biggie, the connection what was mattered.
Declan still has both his grandmothers, and has lost his grandfathers. My father passed long before Declan ever graced this earth, and given my past with him, maybe it’s for the best. Bryan’s dad left us suddenly a few years ago – but Declan still remembers him, talks about him, even *to* him sometimes.
I think the point is, the ones that attach to our hearts stay with us forever.