My parents have always identified themselves with Fiddler on the Roof. They had 5 daughters just like they did. But, the movie stops with the daughters growing up. What happens to Tevye and Golde? I guess I will never know.
But what I do know is that I have begun to talk to my daughters about cherishing every moment with my parents. They need to also keep the memories both good and bad of their time together.
I realize I am sounding melancholy; but there are times it is necessary. One must be realistic when it comes to aging. I need to make a concentrated effort to learn as much as I can, listen as much as possible, and love them until the end of time. This is the least I can do for the people responsible for making me who I am today.