A Simple Soul Who Loved
A Digital Memoir by Rachel McShane
"He did not seek to assume the mantle of Elijah,
to shed a light of the future upon the misty turmoil of events
or resolve the prevailing light into a single flame;
there was in him nothing of the prophet or the mystic.
He was simple soul who loved, and that was all.”
–Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
to shed a light of the future upon the misty turmoil of events
or resolve the prevailing light into a single flame;
there was in him nothing of the prophet or the mystic.
He was simple soul who loved, and that was all.”
–Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Project Background
In 2016, I visited my grandfather. His health was declining, and even though I had visited him a thousand times before, this time, I realized the end was getting near. I had never thought about my Granddad dying, but when I saw him struggling to do basic things, like pick up a salt and pepper shaker or walk from his chair to the kitchen, I realized I needed to take advantage of the time I had left with him. So I began to watch him. And as I did, I saw how much he loved and cherished people. I went home and wrote a short memoir about all I had learned from watching him.
Just three years after writing that piece, on December 6, 2019, my Grandfather, Cordell Huddleston, passed away. I revisited the piece I had written several years ago to read at his memorial service. There were over 200 people in attendance, and almost every single one came up to my family to share memories of times my grandfather had helped them, given to them, been there for them, and loved them. He lived a life of love, and left a legacy of one behind.
When I began taking a class called "Digital Storytelling" in May of 2020, I knew exactly what story I wanted to tell. I once again revisited the memoir I had written four years earlier. I began to go through old photographs and videos I had collected over the years. And this digital story was born.
This is the story of Cordell Huddleston. Not the story of how he dies, but the story of how he lived. The story of what he taught me through his life. The story of his legacy of love.
Just three years after writing that piece, on December 6, 2019, my Grandfather, Cordell Huddleston, passed away. I revisited the piece I had written several years ago to read at his memorial service. There were over 200 people in attendance, and almost every single one came up to my family to share memories of times my grandfather had helped them, given to them, been there for them, and loved them. He lived a life of love, and left a legacy of one behind.
When I began taking a class called "Digital Storytelling" in May of 2020, I knew exactly what story I wanted to tell. I once again revisited the memoir I had written four years earlier. I began to go through old photographs and videos I had collected over the years. And this digital story was born.
This is the story of Cordell Huddleston. Not the story of how he dies, but the story of how he lived. The story of what he taught me through his life. The story of his legacy of love.