it's december 4th, and i am honoring my father's memory. and his presence too, still, after thirty years he is very much a part of who my family is. amazing, the way people stay long after they are gone. i will always wonder what our lives would have been like had he been here to share them with us. different to be sure. but, i do know he would have been proud.
that is why this project intrigues me so much. there was discussion at the nearly-empty-except-for-the-wine-glasses thanksgiving table about why documenting family history is so important. since i don't come from a family with a whole lot of documentation, of heirlooms or stories, i think these kinds of projects and treasures they produce are such wonderful ideas. although life's events and peoples histories can be reconstructed from sources found, wouldn't it be so much more wonderful to sit down and listen to the people you love, to honor them by asking of their stories before it is too late?
so... i am here today, not regretful, but feeling the still large presence of a man who passed away thirty years ago today. i wish i knew more of his stories... because i know they would have been good ones.