“Have You Change The Password?”
I could hardly hear him say in his airy weak voice as I leaned towards him.
Grandpa was two months shy of his 89th birthday when he breathed his last breath and I was 9 years old.
Grandpa lived through two world wars and four industrial revolutions. Most his age struggled with technology but grandpa kept up with times – well, mostly.
I guess he knew that his memory was fading the day he passed me the password in a small piece of paper with his frail hand.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I entered a new password the second time as required for confirmation. A few seconds later, I became the owner of his social networking account. Fond memories flooded my thoughts as I went through the many moments he had shared on his timeline, feed, wall or whatever it is called. I could only wish that he had more time to document his interesting life but those who knew him in person knew all the accolades and accomplishments that he had achieved. And we are very proud of him.
How much time has changed I thought to myself and I wondered most about the concerns of people from his generation. I am sure most of their actions paved the way for a better future. A future their descendants will be able to build upon.
There were also a lot of emphasis on inheritance – properties, gold, and riches.
I am sure that has not changed but instead, expanded.
Our lives are so well documented and preserved even to the smallest bit. We are leaving behind our memories in the form of digital storage.
There isn’t much storage capacity back in grandpa’s time. We were all his little “memory cards”. Our minds stored more than just bits and bytes. Our memories include values and emotions. The images are embedded with feelings of nostalgia and feasts for the senses.
Grandpa left behind more than just physical inheritance. He passed on values, virtues, and life lessons. He passed on wisdom that empowered his descendants.
The thought of grandpa reminded me that we should not emphasize on documenting our lives on social networking sites but instead make every interaction with our children count. Each interaction should embed in the minds of our children the virtues, values, wisdom, and emotions.
Being in the moment is more meaningful than capturing the moment.
Perhaps the day will come when I lay on my deathbed and as my daughter leaned towards me, I whispered in her ear for the very last time.
“Do You Remember?”