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Never too Late

I've had a couple of Life Stories experiences lately in which the person I am writing about is deceased. Their stories are being told by loved ones.

The first story is about a fun-loving guy who died in his 50s, just months before his first grandchild was born. The resulting stories, "Tractors and Fried Chicken," create a storybook of sorts through which the little girl will get to know her papaw.

The second experience is writing about a woman who was 83 when she died this past October. The woman had spent time living in southern Indiana and Michigan, with stints in California and Europe. As her daughter was talking about her at the funeral services, she realized that some people knew her mother as "Lou" in Michigan, where she used a form of her middle name, and others knew her as "Ann" in Indiana. Very few knew her as both. Her daughter decided to close the gap by compiing information about her mother from each of her homes.

If you want to write your own Life Stories, or someone else's, it's never too late.


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