Limited Memory
Delayed post:
Saturday, just after Rosh Hashana, went on mostly-annual trip to Sharon to visit family graves. My mom does this every year, and she began inviting me when I was a teen (bat mitzvah maybe?). It's something I am glad we do. This year, unusually, [nearly] the whole family went together: my mom, my dad, my brother & his gf, and me (but not jw, who was sick with a cold).
On the drive down, we spoke about memories of my grandmother (and to a lesser degree, since he had passed away much earlier, my grandfather). Probably this is due to my dad being along, becuase he tends to encourage this sort of sharing.
I realized from this, to my dismay, that I actually have very few memories of my grandmother "Dima" as a person. The majority of my memories of our visits to her are of things in her house, not interactions with her.
I do remember her motto (even if not her voice saying it): Omnia Mea Mecum Porto.
Saturday, just after Rosh Hashana, went on mostly-annual trip to Sharon to visit family graves. My mom does this every year, and she began inviting me when I was a teen (bat mitzvah maybe?). It's something I am glad we do. This year, unusually, [nearly] the whole family went together: my mom, my dad, my brother & his gf, and me (but not jw, who was sick with a cold).
On the drive down, we spoke about memories of my grandmother (and to a lesser degree, since he had passed away much earlier, my grandfather). Probably this is due to my dad being along, becuase he tends to encourage this sort of sharing.
I realized from this, to my dismay, that I actually have very few memories of my grandmother "Dima" as a person. The majority of my memories of our visits to her are of things in her house, not interactions with her.
I do remember her motto (even if not her voice saying it): Omnia Mea Mecum Porto.