There is no fun in losing loved ones. That stays with you forever, but sometimes it can even be a happy goodbye. May your future goodbyes be much more pleasing.
Related to goodbyes and ages. My grandmother was like a second mother to me. She passed away after failed recovery from surgery at age 95. She had onset of dementia and while she was out when most of the family stood watch, she recognised me and we had a great talk about my future together. She was the nicest person I know. I consider myself extremely lucky in that even though thinking about it makes me cry every time. She was the real wis-25, cha-25 to me, and I guess I can convince you of that a bit by stating that about 500 people came to her funeral, and that is beyond exceptional these days.
I hope to become just as old or older some day and be as nice to everyone in my family tree as she was. Old age is important. There is much knowledge to be gained and shared. Just... many elderly people forget to share is my thought on it.
Just... many elderly people forget to share is my thought on it.
..and many younger people forget to ask. Me included.
My father recieved a pretty cool gift some years back, a book template with chapters and topics pre-defined that he could fill in to the best of his abilities. Then the company would publish it in a couple of examples to be distributed to family. Even someone who has never really written before could follow the template and the outcome would be a very interesting book. The sad part of the story? I learned more from that book about my father than I had ever known because as the faltering child I am, I had practically never sat down and just talked about HIM before. Sure, we've talked about stuff you know, but not that in-depth. It was a great gift (my sister had given it to him) and I recommend it, but it also reminded me that I've taken my parents for given and that I spend too little time with them, busy as I am with my own life.
Some profound comments in both this and the gender thread. I feel trivial making a mundane comment after these, but:
I expected way more of us in the old-timers club, but I'm happy to see that younger people get baldur's gate. As for me, in my ripe old age I expect my physical stats are now going down, so more like 8-8-8-9-9-9. Then again, hopefully my mental stats are going up? 8-8-8-10-10-9? Dare I hope for an 11 wisdom some day? And now I suppose the time will soon arrive when I start struggling to remember which quests I've done (and which I haven't), to say nothing of inventory management. Where's my damn sword? I was just holding it a moment ago? Finally, I'm waiting for the day when I find myself identifying more with Gorion than charname. Sigh.
Okay, I understand the slang thing now. It was referring to slang in general. 9-9-9-9-9-9 wasn't some new slang; it's a reference to a character with 9 Strength, Dexterity, Constitution, Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma.
I believe @iroumen responded to my comment about being a commoner, hence the straight 9's.
And thanks @semiticgod and apologies for the gloom and doom. I don't know why I wrote that, that memory just popped up when I thought about death and it didn't really fit into the thread's topic. Sorry for going OT. It's weird how some memories just burn themselves into your memory, how you can recall scents, sounds etc many years after but you can't even remember what you are for lunch yesterday. That's one such memory.
After seeing it in person happen to either a relative or someone you know it loses it's hold. There's no real living until coming fully to terms with it I find. All the prospect of passing after seeing someone else go does is make everyday all the more rewarding & all the more worth putting your best foot forward for before it's time to do the same I've found.
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Related to goodbyes and ages.
My grandmother was like a second mother to me. She passed away after failed recovery from surgery at age 95. She had onset of dementia and while she was out when most of the family stood watch, she recognised me and we had a great talk about my future together.
She was the nicest person I know. I consider myself extremely lucky in that even though thinking about it makes me cry every time. She was the real wis-25, cha-25 to me, and I guess I can convince you of that a bit by stating that about 500 people came to her funeral, and that is beyond exceptional these days.
I hope to become just as old or older some day and be as nice to everyone in my family tree as she was. Old age is important. There is much knowledge to be gained and shared. Just... many elderly people forget to share is my thought on it.
My father recieved a pretty cool gift some years back, a book template with chapters and topics pre-defined that he could fill in to the best of his abilities. Then the company would publish it in a couple of examples to be distributed to family. Even someone who has never really written before could follow the template and the outcome would be a very interesting book. The sad part of the story? I learned more from that book about my father than I had ever known because as the faltering child I am, I had practically never sat down and just talked about HIM before. Sure, we've talked about stuff you know, but not that in-depth. It was a great gift (my sister had given it to him) and I recommend it, but it also reminded me that I've taken my parents for given and that I spend too little time with them, busy as I am with my own life.
At the end of life, all that matters is family.
I expected way more of us in the old-timers club, but I'm happy to see that younger people get baldur's gate. As for me, in my ripe old age I expect my physical stats are now going down, so more like 8-8-8-9-9-9. Then again, hopefully my mental stats are going up? 8-8-8-10-10-9? Dare I hope for an 11 wisdom some day? And now I suppose the time will soon arrive when I start struggling to remember which quests I've done (and which I haven't), to say nothing of inventory management. Where's my damn sword? I was just holding it a moment ago? Finally, I'm waiting for the day when I find myself identifying more with Gorion than charname. Sigh.
Also many of us could be considered being Cranky Kongs.
Back in our days, we threw the dices, instead of having a computer having them handle for us!
And we loved it that way!
After seeing it in person happen to either a relative or someone you know it loses it's hold. There's no real living until coming fully to terms with it I find. All the prospect of passing after seeing someone else go does is make everyday all the more rewarding & all the more worth putting your best foot forward for before it's time to do the same I've found.