The Death of Imagination

It's hard for me to know what "honouring" my mother's parents even means because their values were so fundamentally different from my own. On one of the last formal occasions before he died, my grandfather exhorted us to "pray to the Holy Family, because they will always grant you what you ask for". Extracting their values from the dour conservative Catholic matrix which produced them and translating them to a carefree godless childless existence is a challenge I've never really risen to.