I look up to the older members of my family with a complete sense of curiosity and admiration. While I have known them my whole life, my lifetime only encompasses a piece of theirs. Before I was born, my grandfather spent two decades contributing to the medical infrastructure in Yemen. My grandmother advocated for racial and gender equality during World War II. Each of them were incredible people in their own way, but I feel I know so little about their lives and what made them the people they became.
My grandparents were a treasure of stories and a wealth of wisdom, but for whatever reason I never thought to directly ask about their experience growing up in the 30s, what inspired them to choose their profession, how they met their loved ones, what my parents were like when they were young, etc.
If I could turn the clock back to before they passed, I would brew a cup of coffee and make a daily phone call with them part of my morning routine.
The older generations have so much to share and all we have to do is ask. This sort of reflective storytelling often happens naturally as someone fades away, but I would like to explore how we might celebrate the legacy of our loved ones through storytelling.