Lament the Passing of Time

Friday August 19, In the year of our Lord 2011

Distance Learning Office, Caronport Saskatchewan

Remembering to post what I wrote yesterday, 4:24PM

Weather = Cool

The passing of the older generation has always been an unsettling thing I think. Loved ones, family memories, stories, leaders, an entire age is always leaving us. I realized with a heavy heart the reality of this yesterday. No one I knew died, nor was there any news story, I was just thinking. The older generations now, the Baby Boomers and before, are coming to the sunset of their years. My grandparents whom I love dearly, will eventually be gone, and so will their memories, as will the memories of everyone from their time.

I think that the lament for this passing generation should be great, even more so than usual. They remember a time before electricity. Many of them are the last to remember growing up in a small farm house lit by lanterns in their childhood. They worked hard, very very hard some of them. They rode horses instead of cars, they remember the depression or at least the effects it had on their parents, they witnessed more change than has ever happened in the history of humankind. Their time is almost over, and the memories of an entire epoch in history go with them.

And now I wonder what memories will be lost with me and my generation. A childhood without internet? The birth of computers? A physical postal service? A time before the one world order? It hardly seems comparable to what my grandparents will one day take with them. I must learn their stories so that I can tell them to my children and my grandchildren lest it all be lost. Perhaps early lament, even now, is also appropriate.