A while ago I couldn’t help overhearing a conversation between two men, both of them unknown to me. One of them mentioned that his grandmother had recently died. I am sorry, said he other man. Well, she lived a long life and had 14 children and 18 grandchildren, answered the first.
I walked away thinking how sad, the man did not say that his grandmother was a kind woman, or happy, creative, smart or whatever…..no, he presented a count of her children and her children’s children. Sometimes I feel like I am falling through a time crack into the middle ages…