Meaning

It can be very demoralising to know that one would not be remembered for more than 2 or 3 generations down, except for a few lucky ones who made their names in history. While I was bathing the other day, a thought just came through my mind that we humans are actually as puny as an ant could be.

Come to think of it, I don't even remember who my grandparents were, paternal or maternal. I mean, it's not like I want to forget them, it's just that I was too young to even remember anything. There were no photographs to remind me of them, no books nor letters. Just some stories that my dad had told me about. The problem with stories, it's like reading someone else's and it's not at all personal.

The thinking made me wonder if there could be more for me to do for my children. With the technology available these days, I could easily made some clips or write sometime to store somewhere so that they could watch or read them someday, with or without me around. I tried blogging previously... a few years back, but that didn't last, probably it's only out of curiosity. Perhaps with a new meaning to why I should start blogging again....

Here's to my beloved kids...Ross, Ryan and Heidi.

Love you all...
Dad.