even if it is true, somehow many parts of your history don't make it through..
Based on my own experience: My mom died in January. Lot of our own family stories, just died with her. Her brothers died before her, so as she died, a whole part of our family history died. Stuff that we remembered while in the Christmas table, like when she was kid with her brothers, and the big city was like a village, and they could climb all the trees where today are just skyscrapers. or the little things that me and my sister used to do while children.. Sure I can pass it partially forward, but it's not the same.
Maybe the question that I still don't have answer for, and it is totally related with that is: How can I keep a website running (almost) forever?
I like how they get distorted and mixed up. Putting them down in words, or pictures, or videos, turns a memory full of potential into the dull reality.
There is beauty in ephemerality. There is beauty in chaos and embellishments.