93-31-4

My grandmother, my sister and my niece.
Three humans, three sets of memories.
Memories of playing with the dog and making chewing gum bubbles, memories of managing the young family and the remains of memories of a youth at the beginning of the 20th century, the terror of World War 2 and the decades in prospering Germany in the 50s and 60s.
Unfortunately all memories of the third human are fading away with increasing speed. Even remembering the own age is a very hard task now.
A few years ago I wanted to record as much memories of my grandparents as possible with my small dictating machine. I never did it for some reason and now everything is lost - at least from one of my two grannies.
I really hope that I’ll have the power to save at least some small parts of the experience of life from my other grandmother. Theres not much time left but it isn’t too late yet.

In my humble opinion the saddest thing about dying is that all the experience and the memories of the person passed away is lost. What a wastage.