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Every day I wish I had videotaped my father telling his life story.
Now it's too late. Just when I was getting ready to ask the questions, he was gone. Who was he? What did he love? Why did he make the choices he made? Life goes by so quickly and we think we will have all the time in the world to have a nice quiet chat with loved ones, exchanging life stories, giving advice, taking advice, musing over what we would have done differently if we could, getting to know each other as people.
Then, life happens. Events, obligations, becoming who we are. We're too busy or too separated by miles for that leisurely cup of tea and talk. And then, it's too late. You're left with photographs if you're lucky. Sometimes people mark the back of photos with names and dates, but usually not. our heirs have lost not only you, but your wisdom, your foolishness, your life story.
Now it's too late. Just when I was getting ready to ask the questions, he was gone. Who was he? What did he love? Why did he make the choices he made? Life goes by so quickly and we think we will have all the time in the world to have a nice quiet chat with loved ones, exchanging life stories, giving advice, taking advice, musing over what we would have done differently if we could, getting to know each other as people.
Then, life happens. Events, obligations, becoming who we are. We're too busy or too separated by miles for that leisurely cup of tea and talk. And then, it's too late. You're left with photographs if you're lucky. Sometimes people mark the back of photos with names and dates, but usually not. our heirs have lost not only you, but your wisdom, your foolishness, your life story.
