Chickenlady's post reminds me
The last time I saw my grandma, she showed me a poem written about her by the shopkeeper of the corner shop she used to visit in the last place she lived. The shopkeeper died when I was about 6 (early 80s).

While in the grand scale of things, the poem as seen from an objective viewpoint does not have any merits, but as I remember that shopkeeper from when I was a kid, and because my grandma is still alive, I can see the great significance it has. Once my grandma dies, the poem will instantly become a relic from a bygone age. As part of the youngest generation in my to have remembered the shopkeeper, then once I myself die, it will lose its significance entirely (unless my sister also remembers this shopkeeper too). Would my own children also want to preserve the piece of paper it’s written on, make a digital backup or just let it be eaten by worms?
( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Wed 14 May 2008, 12:06, Reply)