I look like my mom more and more.

How unfair that all my mom's memories and experiences die with her. All that she was is unknown to her kids.

We all live within a vacuum - our experiences and how they mark, shape and affect us are all trapped within us. Many try to write it out but... how can anyone know?

Do I want to know what my mother's experiences and life was/is like? Yes. I wish we didn't lose the breadth and richness of experience of our ancestors when they passed on. I know my children only know part of me... they will not know all of what I have experienced and learned. I wish I could know my mom's life before me. I wish I could know my daughters' lives... I wish they could know mine.