Why do we take time for granted?
Life is but fleeting. I cherish the time I spent here with my son. Each, and every moment is of immense value for me.
I feel a pang of regret at the time passing. Soon, I will be looking at this time as my past.
If I could go back in time, I would spend time in getting to know my father, grandmother, and aunts. Getting to know them really well. Get their story of life — what they went though.
When I was young, I never thought that these people in my life won’t last forever. Although I lost my mom in childhood, it never crossed my mind that eleven years onward, it will be my father’s turn.
I wish I had known him better. What were his hopes in life? Did he achieve them? I should have questioned him about the grandfather I never knew, whom he lost when he was ten years old.
I am writing this in the hope that my readers would realize that time never stands still. Those in our life should be loved, and cherished, and we should forgo our differences (of opinion).