Tuesday, October 13, 2015

How Brief Our Time...

I don’t think too many of us think about how brief our time here on earth is. 

When we read history books or look at old photos we don’t really think about the individual lives that were lived in those stories and pictures.  Each person had a story - lived a life.  They woke up in the morning, ate breakfast, had a headache, brushed their children’s hair and sent them off to school. Since the beginning of time men made love to their wives and shaved their faces.Woman cooked dinner for their family, made beds, washed clothes. worried about their figures and cleaned the house.

Way back then (whenever “then” was) someone felt a cool autumn breeze and looked up at the stars trying to spot the big dipper while admiring the beauty of the clouds in the moonlight at midnight. 
Of course as times progress, things change but one thing remains the same -- People live, breath, laugh cry, touch, taste, welcome babies and feel the wind through their hair.   My mother and I talked about this a lot.  She was supposed to live forever but she didn’t.  Her life came and went.  She didn’t want to die, I remember her looking at me and saying “Oh Chrissa, I don’t want to croak”.    But, she did. 

1600, 1700, 1800, 1900,1970, 1980, 1990, 2000, 2010....... 

Each generation had their music, their dress style and their modern advances. As each year, month, day, hour and minute progress, "our generation" is passing us by and the "new generation will" punch us in the face.

I am not a writer.  Well, I am a writer because I am writing but I am not a good writer.  I don’t use fancy words or proper grammar.  I am a woman who wants to keep her mother’s memory alive. 

My mother’s name was Susan Broholm Matczak, otherwise and most often known as Suza.  She was fun, funny and strong.  That’s all I want everyone to know and to remember.  She lived!

I will write her incredible story because Suza was too great to be forgotten. 

Keep posted and thanks for reading. 

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