There's this article from Voices, Today, dated 22 Nov titled Dying For Love.

The writer ended the article with "If all this strikes a painfully familiar chord with you, I would suggest you start by finding out your grandparents' names. I only found out my grandfather's name when he died- and I never told him how much he meant to me."

Have we all acquired the same mindset that names aint important if you remember and know someone as a person? or that since life's expectancy is supposed to be an average of 80 so for whatever age that he/she is lower, we still have time? what an illusion. Time is never on our side.

This week is granparents' week. Have you done anything? anything at all? I did.