Life is about stories. Stories made. Stories recorded. After our loved ones are gone, their memories will remain. We hope you’ll share your stories with us too!
Back when I was in high school, history was the worst. Just the most boring stuff ever! I couldn’t help myself, I’d fall asleep every time. Zzzzz, that’s me. But as you all know, I love Mr. Gray, and I love Mr. Gray’s stories! And one day it dawned on me that Mr. Gray’s stories are history–Mr. Gray is practically walking history himself! *bing* That was the sound of the light going on for me. Now I love history. I’ve collected so many stories from Mr. Gray, and it’s one of the best things I’ve ever done.
Society has perpetuated the belief that Mr. Gray is useless and a burden to the rest of us — kind of like a doll a child has outgrown and is just taking up space, and so it’s tucked away in the closet. Well, it’s time to do something about it! HOW?
By seeing Mr. Gray. Not looking, but seeing.
See his value and let him know his worth.
See that he can still contribute and let him take action.
See his wisdom. Then tell him how you’ll apply it.
See his story. Listen and respond.
See his face, say hello, and smile.
It seems so simple, but it’s not our norm. Let’s make a change for Mr. Gray, our future selves. Let’s not put Mr. Gray away, but bring him back to where he belongs — as one of us.
Take the pledge with me: I see Mr. Gray!
It’s embarrassing to admit, but I thought Santa Claus was real until 5th grade. I tend to believe the first thing people tell me. And some people think this is really funny! My mom, my dad, my husband… Mr. Gray tends to believe people too, which is why scammers steal $36.5 million from elders each year. That’s pretty terrible.
I used to have art skillzzzz. I mean, I’m not gonna brag, but I painted some epic still lifes with acrylic paints in 6th grade. My specialties were fruit bowls and flowers… and then, I met Van Gogh… sorta
Homes mean a lot to people if you’ve lived there for a good while. I mean, memories were made there. It’s the place that keeps you grounded when things are shaky. It’s familiar. It’s comfortable. Where do you want to go after a rough day? Home. It’s also a place for laughter. It has that perfect spot for the Christmas tree where kids have opened gifts year after year. It’s where family has gathered around the dining room table every Thanksgiving- bickered and made up again. The good, the bad, and the ugly — it’s just human nature to love “home.” And Mr. Gray is no exception.
I had a major first world problem a few months ago. I mean I couldn’t eat, sleep, breathe, or do life… Yup, the laptop was out of commission.
We love our cats and dogs because they increase our quality of life by bringing joy and companionship. They are icing on the cake of life. But to Mr. Gray….pets are often much more…rather than a bonus, they are the connection to life.
I don’t know about you, but when I think of Confucius I always think of: long white beard; old; wise; Chinese. Essentially, Mr. Gray with an Asian flair. Now, I’d venture to say that if the image we have of Confucius was a young strapping 20 something instead, I don’t think society would have turned him into a “thing”, i.e. Confucius memes. But what’s the obvious differentiating factor here that would impact this? A to the G to the E. AGE! Ya mon: you need the GRAY to back the SAY.
September 25, 2007. A day which will go down in infamy. The day when I discovered my first gray hair. Age 26. RIP brunette bombshell. I was in tears — and realized I was being a total hypocrite. I always think “amazing; wisdom; experience” when I see seniors, but when it came to myself, I couldn’t handle it! Fast forward 10 years and I’ve realized so much about myself and Mr. Gray. Although things change in color and texture, aging can have it’s own type of beauty. And yes I do mean “on the outside.” So here’s me doing the Gawk’n’Stalk on some great old ladies. Pictures included!