We buried my grandmother yesterday. My Mother's Mother, and last of my grandparents. Kind of weird, losing that whole line of ancestors. It means I move up a position in the line to become the next lost generation. She was 89, and part of the population that helped build our nation. She, like the rest of her peers, began life in poverty. Poverty by today's standards, but relative to the rest of the world, about average for the time. They worked hard all their lives, expecting little more than having their basic needs met, satisfied that they could fulfill their obligations to God, Family and Country.
I wondered, as we listened to the service yesterday, what my grandchildren might think of me and my generation, when it becomes their turn to bury us. It's a solemn duty, burying your ancestors. A duty I was honored to share with my son yesterday. I hope he pauses as I have, to reflect on the passage of one generation to the next, and the legacy each leaves for the next to build on.
