Don’t thank me ... Thank my grandkids
For Father's Day, my lovely daughter-in-law signed me up at StoryWorth (https://www.storyworth.com). She wanted her two children (my little grandkids) to have something to remember me by. Some sort of connection.
How does it work?
StoryWorth sends me a year’s worth of story prompts. I respond to them. During the year, those responses are shared with a select group of friends and family via email. At the end of the year, my grandkids will get a hardcover book with a color cover.
Wasn't crazy about the idea at first. Why? Because it forced me to face my own mortality. (At age 74, that can't be far away.) How do I cope? By ignoring it, mostly.
And so I write. trying to be honest and insightful, but at the same time realizing that by the time they're old enough to read and understand these ramblings, I may be gone.
Not an altogether pleasant thought.
Then it hit me: "Why not share these little write-ups on Prose?"
Not that y'all are interested. (Most, probably not.) But, at the very least, you'll know I'm not dead ... yet.
Besides, some of you might want to respond to the questions I'm answering with your own thoughts.
There it is. The answer to the "Why?" question. Not complicated, but felt I had to do it.
So what do you think? Would you take on such a project? Either way, let me know.
Thanks . . .