Monday, December 7, 2009

Change happens. Deal.

I sympathize a lot here, but also realize that nothing comes of wishing change wouldn't happen. After all, if there was no change, we'd be up to our hips in trilobites.

As cool, and creepy, as that would be.


Robert said...

*hug* Yeah. It's no fun having grandparents grow old.


Rob H.

Brigid said...


And now I feel kinda dumb as I realize that I forgot to give this post a title. d'oh!

Dan, AKA said...

This one sparked a lot of old memories in me, with regards to my own grandparents. Grandpa was sort of the heart and soul of that house before he passed away. There was still a lot of love there after he was gone, but something was always missing, never felt quite the same. To paraphrase Mary, sometimes I wish that we could stay children, remain innocent forever; but then, without any change there'd be an overabundance of kids and not enough adults on this planet, sort of like in that old "Star Trek" episode.

Dan, AKA said...

@ Brigid: Don't worry about the title. One of the marks of a good story (be it 1000 pages or a single line) is that it evokes an emotional response in the reader. And I think that you nailed that here. ;D

Brigid said...

@Dan: Thanks. I like to think a lot of people, perhaps most, have warm and fuzzy memories about their grandparents. I know I do.

Brian, aka Nanoc, aka Norski said...


Yeah - there's been a lot of change in the last couple years for the family - and more coming.