Memories Lost: A Son’s Regret
Ben M. Heineman Jr., Aug. 21, 2012, The Atlantic
We have the technology to easily capture — through sight and sound — the parents and grandparents on whose shoulders we all stand. Don’t wait too long.
My father, who was 98 years old, died recently. We were close friends for decades, and I have no regrets about our relationship.
Well, I do have one — and that regret may apply to many of us. I never sat down with a video camera and recorded his memories from a life that began on February 10, 1914, six months before World War I.
The Stories that Bind Us
Bruce Feiler, March 15 2013, The New York Times
I hit the breaking point as a parent a few years ago. It was the week of my extended family’s annual gathering in August, and we were struggling with assorted crises. My parents were aging; my wife and I were straining under the chaos of young children; my sister was bracing to prepare her preteens for bullying, sex and cyberstalking.
Sure enough, one night all the tensions boiled over. At dinner, I noticed my nephew texting under the table. I knew I shouldn’t say anything, but I couldn’t help myself and asked him to stop.