✨ I Think I Need a Minute

Come, come sit with me, grab yourself a drink and pull up a chair... Okay, real talk here... I am so out of sync right now, it isn't even funny. πŸ˜‚ Y'all, my year has been moving soooo fast, putting one leg out to slow it down has NOT been working. πŸ˜‚ Let me start with work. I enjoy my job, but let me tell you, it has gotten even more interesting when you throw in travel... The stories I have about the airport... making sure you have everything you need to travel with, going through security, then you get the rental car and you just never know what you are going to get. πŸ˜‚ And I haven't even started doing my job yet. Okay, you got your first week of travel done and you're on your way back home... HOME. Mmmm... but when you get there, you want to meet up with friends and family because you've been gone. You need to do laundry, and then you need to get ready for your week... This. THIS has been me for the last five months. So I am sitting here today telling...

Before the Stories Are Gone 🌹

Come, come sit with me, grab yourself a drink, and pull up a chair.

I have been thinking a lot about the treasures we may be missing out on. And I bet you're asking, "What treasures, Lisa?"

Let me tell you...

The treasures are our grandparents.

Yup.

I sometimes wonder if we're missing out on one of life's greatest gifts... the older generations.

Not because they have all the answers.

Not because they never made mistakes.

But because they carry decades of stories, wisdom, laughter, heartbreak, and memories that will disappear one day if we never take the time to ask.

I loved sitting in my grandparents' homes, especially when my grandmothers were cooking for us. There was something special about watching them make a meal without ever looking at a recipe. The measurements lived in their hands, their hearts, and years of experience.

My dad's mom used to laugh and say to my father, "Why does this child always ask ‘why’ after every answer?" πŸ˜‚

The funny thing is... she answered me anyway.

Every single time.

Looking back, I realize she wasn't just answering my questions. She was sharing pieces of her life, her experiences, and her way of seeing the world.

Some things have never changed.

I'm still asking questions.

I can't have those conversations anymore because all of my grandparents have passed away.

If I could, I would sit down with every one of them again and ask even more questions.

But what I will tell you is this...

Whenever I spend time with an older person, I ask questions.

Lots of questions.

I want to hear their stories.

I want to know what life was like when they were growing up.

I want to know how they met the love of their life.

What made them laugh?

What broke their heart?

What they wish they had done differently.

What advice they would give their younger selves.

Because every older person is carrying around a lifetime of experiences that no book can ever teach us.

Once those stories are gone... they're gone forever.

I think, in today's world, there are a lot of lonely older people.

Life has become so busy, and technology has changed the way we connect. Sometimes, without meaning to, the people who have lived the longest are the ones who spend the most time alone.

If you know someone who is older—a neighbour, an aunt or uncle, a family friend, or someone in your community—why not spend an hour with them?

Sit down.

Have a cup of tea or coffee.

Ask them questions.

Listen to their stories.

You might make their day.

But I have a feeling they'll make yours too.

🌹 Whisper: Before the stories are gone, take the time to listen. One conversation today may become one of your most treasured memories tomorrow.


Let’s keep the conversation going.

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