I have pictures of a whole bunch of dead people on my bureau; people, some of whom, were once a very big part of my life but who are no longer here. I was very close to my parents for a long time and to my grandson for far less than that.
Benjamin my grandson: you and I were very very close for a limited period of 18 days over your short lifespan.
There is one picture of Leo and Emily Snyder, my father’s parents with Emily’s sister, my great aunt Kit and her husband, Uncle Joe. My grandfather and his second wife Nora were a big part of my life growing up.
Emily my grandmother died before I was born so I never knew her. I have recollections as a child of meeting Aunt Kit and Uncle Joe, but I never really got to know them.
They and others are part of a constellation of people who were and are part of my life though not currently present. They live in time and in a space currently unknowable by me except through my memory and recollection. They are, though spanning my generation, all a part of who I am and for that I’m eternally grateful.
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