Keeper of the flame

Have been in California since the 8th. My 91 year old aunt passed on the 7th. And I got here as soon as possible to help comfort my 88 year old mother. She is doing better then expected. And I am hoping there won't be a delayed reaction after I go.

This past Sunday my older sister was over. She comes once or twice a week to help with cleaning chores. Before I took her to BART so she could catch a train home, I asked my mother to tell once a again a story that she has been telling for years about my sister. But she did not remember it. Even after I told her most of it, nothing came to mind.

After I returned, I asked my mother if this meant that I was now the keeper of the family stories. She said yes. My reply was that I wasn't ready to take on this responsibility. And she told me that no matter, the task was mind.

As far back as I can remember I have listened to and lived the family stories. Now I am the keeper. This is not to say that others can't keep and tell stories. But it was my responsibility to remember all I would be told, and to repeat all the stories as often as I could.

In some ways this is an honor, but even more it needs to be done.

Where am I?

Hi!

Am still on the planet and connected to the Internet. I know there has been lots to comment on. Much of that will be stale by now. Some things are still worth mentioning. So hang on in 60 years have never been without an opinion, ideas to convey and stories to tell.