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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.

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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.

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