Yesterday was the anniversary of our grandma’s passing - we loved her, we miss her and we spend time telling stories about her so as not to forget her. As time goes by the stories tend to catalyse and intensify just a tiny little bit, just because it makes it easier to tell them and to remember them as the years pass. That doesn’t mean that the stories aren’t essentially true - it just means that we might oversimplify the events or timelines for dramatic purpose.
Call it religion, faith, evolution, ancestor worship or just plain love.
We don’t care.
We loved her and she loved us.
Vi ses, Mormor.
- Jon Schumann