The world lost another amazing man this week. Neil Armstrong was an incredible explorer – how brave must he have been to accept the crazy dream of a country to put a man on the moon? To blast off into the unknown, into blackness. I’m sure his heart would have been in his mouth plenty of times over the days of that mission. Surely death would have had to come in his thoughts. Well, they would have come into mine! I’m not sure I would have risked my life and miss out on my kids, grandkids, weddings and all the good things, to land on the moon.
But what a legacy he left behind!
It got me thinking about legacies. My grand parents were great people, although my Papa could be a little scary. He had a big voice, a wonderful singing voice. He could be fun, but he was strict. There was no talking at lunchtime, because the Country Hour was on and woe-be-tied anyone who spoke when the weather was being read out.
My Nana was different. She was soft, gentle, loving and the best cook. She was also an amazing gardener.
My other Nana, Nana Parnell, was a bit more like me (or rather, I guess I’m like her.) She had an active imagination, she could tell stories, was as disorganised as anything and hoarded everything! (Huh! The more I write, the more I think she could be me!) She also loved cooking.
But when I look back on what legacies my grandparents left us, it was their family, values and beliefs. All three grandparents raised their children to upstanding adults. To be hard working and ethical. To love and help anyone.
It feels good to know that things they loved were handed down to us kids and grandkids; like my writing and love of cooking. I never did get that gardening gene though!
What legacy to do feel you’ve been left by your family or someone close?