Remember when we said; when we turned gray; when the children grow up and move away; we won't be sad - we'll be glad for all the life we've had and we'll remember when.
Remember when?
I have a wonderful shelter, which is my family.
I have a wonderful relationship with my brother and sister;
this makes me feel that I know always where I belong.
After a certain number of years,
our faces become our biographies.
If you carry your childhood with you,
you never become older.
Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.
Family faces are magic mirrors.
Looking at people who belong to us, we see the past, the present, and the future.
A personal journey is part of the generational relay.
Live your legacy and then pass it on.
Few will have the greatness to bend history itself; but each of us can work to change a small portion of events, and in the total; of all those acts will be written the history of this generation.
I am convinced that the greatest legacy we can leave our children are happy memories: those precious moments so much like pebbles on the beach that are plucked from the white sand and placed in tiny boxes that lay undisturbed on tall shelves until one day they spill out and time repeats (...)