Writing found a niche in my family some time ago. The work of a distant relative, the English “Man of Letters”, Joseph Addison, can be found in the Harvard Classics. Addison was buried at Westminster Abbey, London in 1719.
I certainly do not profess to have Cousin Joe’s ability as a writer, but he does add a welcome credential to the family roster. Further, his legacy serves as impetus to push the pen with more purpose.
Since my school days I’ve been a proponent of writing it down. How else to pass along whatever it is that needs imparting to the next generation, to friends, family or to someone who we may never know. There is a comforting quality of permanence to writing. If well-done, it promises to last far beyond our years. Who knows what effect the words that we have written will have ages and ages hence.