Your Girl Has Been Keeping Something From You... πŸ˜‚

Come, come sit with me. Pull up a chair and grab yourself a drink. Let's talk about houses. You know, when we think about building a house, we often think about the foundation, the walls, the roof, and all the little things that make it a home. But a house isn't just about the walls that surround us. It's about what happens inside those walls. It's about the stories we share, the laughter, the conversations, the memories we make, and the people who come through our doors. And over the past year, without even realizing it at first, I've been building a house of my own. I call it Love and Life with Lisa. I didn't start out with a blueprint. I didn't know how many rooms I would build or even what the finished house would look like. I just knew I wanted to create a place where people could come, pull up a chair, and feel comfortable enough to stay awhile. And little by little, I've been adding rooms. The first room I built was the Refle...

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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