I've got an uncle
I've got an uncle. I am very happy for. Jag är 63 years and have received an uncle. It's no small thing, to me it means a lot, That he exists makes me happy.
Actually he is not my uncle, Without my dad's wedding. I have not met him earlier in life, What I know, Not until any year ago. As soon as I saw him I became very delighted, for I recognized him – as mine so to speak, as coming out of the same family. I recognized his moving flying intellect, his language and his subtle humor. Although our families never had to do with each other.
Without him knowing about it, did i adopt him immediately as my uncle. He is much kinder than my real uncles were. In some parts of my family, especially among men, Has there been a superior, arrogant tone, against anyone who is not as intelligent and knowledgeable as they themselves, according to themselves. They were fun anyway, a whole high white -haired self -proclaimed genius, To some extent well -motivated.
My new uncle is very handsome I think and he can tell you so many stories about his part of the family, The part of the family that moved from Skåne to Stockholm. It is fascinating with all the lives and meetings and ideas and adventures and everyday life and dreams that have been woven through the ages. Så Different It has become because someone was brave and left to the big city, Instead of staying at the Scanian place of origin. One is no better than the other, But their children and grandchildren got very different lives, in such different environments.
And my uncle can remember his grandfather who was the one who gave up. Now he has received eight cartons of photos and letters from past times. That is the one that is happy to be thrown away, Because one has no relationship with the people in the pictures. But he can tell. And I will listen.
My dad could also tell you about those who came before. But I didn't listen to him. It is probably typically. However, I thought it was nice with the American indigenous people who kept their ancestors alive in stories about them. Also quite typical.
When I sit in my new uncle's kitchen and weave together threads, I sometimes wonder what should be left after us that lives now, and especially after those who are young now? There will be no cartons full of photos and thick lunts with letters.
It may be empty.
But still, our future relatives will also wonder where they have come from, If there are traces in them from us, in their choice of life, in their minds, features.
But for many of us floating the latest 15 the years of life in the digital clouds. Nothing can be taken on. Everything takes place, But I probably want everything down, Down to earth, I want all pictures of paper and time and advice to arrange albums, Write the names, The years, Note the occasions that have been points… and not least the everyday life where life is actually expressed as the most. But will it be off?
It would be not just an action for me, It would be an action for my children, grandchildren and perhaps even their children. I think it is important for a person to know that one has roots far beyond oneself, Beyond his now, I think there are moments in a person's life then the knowledge if it makes her less alone.
