Tell me about your family," I said. And so she did. I listened intently as my mother went through each branch of the tree. Years later, after the funeral, Maria had asked me questions about the family - who was related to whom - and I struggled. I couldn't remember. A big chunk of our history had been buried with my mother. You should never let your past disappear that way.
Mitch AlbomWhen he went blundering back to God, His songs half written, his work half done, Who knows what paths his bruised feet trod, What hills of peace or pain he won? I hope God smiled and took his hand, And said, "Poor truant, passionate fool! Lifeโs book is hard to understand: Why couldst thou not remain at school?" A poem by Charles Hanson Towne
Mitch AlbomYou have to find whatโs good and true and beautiful in your life as it is now. Looking back makes you competitive. And, age is not a competitive issue.
Mitch Albom