As we age, we look back at places, people, skills and accomplishments that belonged to us and gave us identity and purpose.
We miss people.
We miss work.
More than we know.
We remember longingly our childhood days, family members, celebrations, trips to the beach, the mountains, the city.
Many things have changed.
Our lives are finite.
We are coming to the end of this journey. Everything we do and we think about, may be for the last time.
I get these feelings quite often.
I'm constantly reminded that what's ahead is the end.
We can preserve these memories by writing them down, cherishing them properly, putting a ribbon around them and presenting them to our children and grandchildren, and generations still to come. Our humanity will be reflected in our stories and our words.
I teach a college class in Memoir Writing every winter or so. (It all depends on funding!) I too reminisce and share my written pieces with the class, and so, lovingly and deliberately, I'm preserving my gold pieces.
Have you thought about writing your memoir?
Who will tell your story?
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