Today’s (Not So) Tall Tale Tuesday prompt:
Write about a childhood memory that changed your perspective.
I could probably write quite a few stories about childhood memories that changed my perspective but for now, I’m going to go back to a memory from a long, long time ago that I barely even remember.
I am not sure how old I was but I was young enough to not understand death, funerals, or visitations. However, my great grandmother on my Grammy’s side had passed away and we were in Lincoln, NE at the visitation at the funeral home. I remember being there and there were so many people. And they were all crying and they were all sad but they would brighten up as soon as they saw me. I was just glad to be with so many of my family members. I kept going to the many tissue boxes scattered throughout the room and pulling out the tissues one at a time. I think I emptied all of them. I might have picked a few of the flowers too. I found it quite odd that they were all over the room. They smelled so good, I couldn’t help it. And for once, no one said anything. I was shocked I didn’t get a spanking right then and there, to be honest.
At this point, you may be asking how this changed my perspective. It didn’t change my perspective as a young child but what I got from this and the many other visitations and funerals that I went to as a child is that death is an inevitable part of life. It’s something all must face and it doesn’t have to necessarily be a bad thing.
The other thing is this- I sometimes feel funny taking my children, knowing that it will be awkward for them (and possibly a hassle chasing the flock around). But then I think back to the smiles that I brought the many grieving visitors and family as a child. I see the same smiles from those that we share our kids with in these times of sadness. Children bring joy in the midst of sorrow and are a constant reminder that life does go on.
Deep for me, I know….
Most of my (Not So) Tall Tale Tuesday posts have been a bit more upbeat, positive, or funny than this but it honestly was the first childhood memory that came to mind in terms of changing my perspective. Sorry. Not sorry.
However, if you need a laugh after this sobering post, check out this one. It always gives me a chuckle.
Photo credit- Garen Graves Photography