Monday, January 18, 2010
Living vs. Hiding
This is my grandfather. He died when my father was 11. He became an icon of sorts, and this photo hangs in the home of every aunt, uncle and cousin. We like to believe we inherited his strength, his grace. I spent hours gazing at this photo imagining what it would be like to sit on his knee, wondering whether he would exude the sternness of his generation or the warmth his eyes imply.
Does your family have an icon?
"Sometimes we lose chances and they are gone forever," a friend commented on my last post. As my grandfather never knew he would never know me, I will never know when something will be nevermore until it so becomes. After all, if I'm not mistaken, this is life's key: to do as I would were this my very last day, or your very last day.
Has fear censored your life's story? What would you have done were you not afraid?