I resonated so much with this, my dear (again! how do you do it?!). I definitely feel a lot of this as the older members of my family have died, all those stories lost forever, only guesswork in patches. It seems a shame, all these red threads slipping away.
You have such a beautiful way of phrasing things, especially sad ones, like this.
I pass the stories of my father down and know they won't be kept safe, that they will become vagaries too.
❤️ i think about this much. The struggle for ourselves and the ones we know to be worth loving to be remembered, when forgetting is inevitable and in-built. So strange.
We all grapple with it, don't we? I guess it's what drives people to get obsessive about keeping memorabilia and doing Ancestry.com. You and I know that impermanence is the way of things.... It's easier to let go when you internalize this reality.