I wish I had listened to the stories my parents told when I was growing up. The stories of their life, their ancestors and heritage were common conversation, but, unfortunately, boring to most youngsters.
My parents are gone now and their stories are gone with them. In fact, all the ancestors before me are gone. I thought I had all the time in the world, but time ran out.
Once, I was a “youth of forever,” now the oldest living member of my family. There is a saying, “You do miss the water until the well runs dry”, a cliché that rings true. I have questions and wonderment that will never be satisfied.
Cherish and learn, while you can, the stories your older generation tells, before it’s too late.