We always think we have more time.

We assume that one day, when life slows down, we’ll finally sit down with our mom or dad and ask them about their lives. We’ll ask about their childhood, their first loves, and the lessons they learned the hard way.

"How was work?" "What’s the plan for the weekend?" "How is the weather over there?"
A few months ago, I realized that despite our frequent facetime calls, I always end up asking the same few questions. Our relationship existed entirely on the surface. I realized that while I knew him as "Dad”, I didn't actually know him as a man.