Don’t thank me ... Thank my grandkids

For Father's Day, my lovely daughter-in-law signed me up at StoryWorth (https://www.storyworth.com). She wanted her two children (my little grandkids) to have something to remember me by. Some sort of connection.

How does it work?

StoryWorth sends me a year’s worth of story prompts. I respond to them. During the year, those responses are shared with a select group of friends and family via email. At the end of the year, my grandkids will get a hardcover book with a color cover.

Wasn't crazy about the idea at first. Why? Because it forced me to face my own mortality. (At age 74, that can't be far away.) How do I cope? By ignoring it, mostly.

And so I write. trying to be honest and insightful, but at the same time realizing that by the time they're old enough to read and understand these ramblings, I may be gone.

Not an altogether pleasant thought.

Then it hit me: "Why not share these little write-ups on Prose?"

Not that y'all are interested. (Most, probably not.) But, at the very least, you'll know I'm not dead ... yet.

"Hoo-Ray!"

Besides, some of you might want to respond to the questions I'm answering with your own thoughts.

There it is. The answer to the "Why?" question. Not complicated, but felt I had to do it.

So what do you think? Would you take on such a project? Either way, let me know.

Thanks . . .