My greatest wish in life is to live long enough to see a grandchild. Klara already promised she’ll let me burp her future babies on my shoulder. Admittedly, I’m not likely to see 15 grandchildren but I’d murder to be able to help raise even just one.
This American fashion of being too busy doing some exceptionally trivial crap to take care of grandkids is repellent. The impact that my grandparents and great-grandparents had on me was enormous. I’m glad they weren’t too busy to notice that the only thing that remains after we die are the people we brought into the world. I have pictures of my grandparents and great-grandparents in my bedroom, and I say hello and goodnight to them every day. I share my memories of them with my kid, so she will carry their memory further.
As they say, you truly die on the day when somebody says your name for the last time.
People are so confused on what matters in life, it’s extraordinary.

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