Ang called me all hacked off at some story that has spread around her family. Something about ME moving some family photos in Don’s (Her Dad) nursing home room. I have visited on several occasions with the kids. Never replacing photos.
That little story spun into an argument about how you deal with family in these situations… Past arguments about dealing with similar issues. As I write this… She is all pissed at me for my complete lack of concern.
I sooooo want to lay down a big diatribe about pathetic family squabbles… But as it stands… Its not my family… So, I will just sit on the sidelines for now.
All I can think… As people die… So do their feuds and wars… And so does my desire to even care about any of it. Years from now… When asked by my children questions like:
“How come you never tell us stories about ____”, or “Why don’t you have pictures of the other side of our family up?”
I will answer those questions with answers like this: “Kids, those people were so petty and wrapped up in themselves… They forgot the important things in life. They lived a life… But that life was made trivial by their hatred of others. I expect so much more from you, and I know that you have little to learn from how they lived.”
You get the point. You are only worth what the next generation cares to pass on… And at this rate… I will feel very little makes the cut to pass on.