I am tearful this evening because I have been listening to some music which reminds me of my grandparents. It has brought back so many memories of them. The smell of their houses, the food they cooked, the flowers in their garden, their dignity and wisdom (they lived through both wars).
As I get older I realise how much my birth and childhood must have meant to them. We go through parenthood and grandparenthood feeling that we are just putting one foot in front of another. In fact we are laying down vivid and intense memories for future generations. No point or questions. Just that.