Nostalgic

This week’s Weekly Photo Challenge asks us to post a photo which brings a sense of nostalgia to us.

For some reason I have been thinking a lot about life and our mortality lately.  When my mom posted this photo on Facebook, it brought such a sense of nostalgia, I just knew that it was the right one for this challenge.  It’s a photo of me (on the left), my sister (who passed away in 2005 in the middle) and my brother (on the right) WAY back when.  It brings back so many memories and I wish with all my heart we could once again sit down together for a meal or just to talk nonsense!

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Bittersweet

bittersweet

You receive a gift that is bittersweet and it makes you nostalgic.  What is it?

I am going to veer slightly off course with this one and instead write about a gift that I would like to pass to the children of the world.

It is with great sadness that I have been listening to the news lately.  There are just so many bad things and bad people out there.  Things we never had as children.  Over lunch today we were chatting about the Justice System and what it used to mean to us growing up.  Our world has turned evil and I am afraid for Luke and all the other children out there.  It makes me want to be a paranoid mother, shielding my son forever from the world.

With nostalgia I remembered the reverence we had for the police when I was a child.  My dad worked as a Police Reservist at the time and his uniform (and especially the police issue belt that came out when our ears stopped working) was something that we admired.  It was something we looked up to.  Today you see videos and hear stories of policemen and -woman beating up people, stealing their belongings and raping woman who come into the charge office.

When the Magistrate drove past you, you automatically wanted to walk more upright to proof you are a worthy citizen.  Today they are on strike, demanding higher wages, because they don’t get enough from their corrupt dealings.

I wish I could give my son the world I had when I was only 10.   I fear for what he will know and see before he reaches adulthood.  I fear for his children.

It’s not difficult to make me cry, but today I cried because I know that we, our parents and their parents before them, have failed the future.  We got so caught up with doing things “right for us” that we had no regard for the future.  Now we are stuck in a world with very little self-respect and virtually no respect for other human beings.  Dignity and moral values are so scarce; it is laughed at as being “old fashioned”.

What do we do to fix this?  How do we fix the broken human spirit?  How do we change it around?

I don’t know and it makes me sad.  I am nostalgic about the world as we knew.  It will never be available to our children.