Last night I attended a meeting and got to hear two of my friends speak
about various things but what I came away with was a greater desire to
start working again on my personal history. Both of these men are
somewhat senior to me and I respect them greatly. Bruce recently
knocked on death's door and made his way back to the land of the living
with a new found appreciation for life, family, friends and the power of
prayer. I was touched and humbled by his remarks and my own mortality
is a bit closer this morning as I write this entry. Lee, my other
grandfatherly friend, stirred within me a greater desire to leave
something meaningful and of greater worth than money or gold and that is
a detailed history of my life. My father, shortly before his death,
started to write a history and I truly cherish it but wish that it was
more detailed and encompassed more of his life. So, I am starting now
to put down in a list the things that I think will be meaningful and of
value to my posterity. I have not lived a flamboyant life by any means
and it won't be made into a movie staring Alec Baldwin, but I will
probably gain more from the exercise than anyone else and perhaps it
will help me sidestep Alzheimer's.
It's not a bad idea to include pictures that will help those that read your history to have an appreciation for the time in which you lived. Not unlike the picture of me and my mom in front of the gas station that my dad owned many years ago.
Link for helpful hints on writing your own personal history.
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| Conoco Station, Brigham City, Utah 1961 |
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