Letter to My Imaginary Grandson

Good news — Flash Radio shares this positive update with you. At an age where most of his generation are already grandparents, or even great-grandparents, the ups and downs of the author's life have so far denied him the chance and joy of holding a grandson (or granddaughter) in his arms and passing on what life has taught him. So, he decided to do it anyway through this letter and poem addressed to a grandson who does not yet exist and whom he hopes will read one day when he comes into this world, thanks to Google, which keeps track of all his online publications in its 'belly'. 12 minutes to read. Recent facts and developments Sadok Zerelli My dear imaginary grandson, I don't know what name you would have had, what color your eyes would have been, the sound of your laughter or the dreams that would have populated your childhood. I don't know if you would have looked like your father, your mother, or perhaps a bit like myself, since the laws of genetics are impenetrable. And yet, today, at the autumn of my life, I feel like writing to you. Perhaps because age turns memories into lessons, regrets into reflections, and experiences into advice that we would like to pass on to those who come after us. 'The blow that does not kill you makes you stronger.' I used to believe that life was a race in which you had to cross the finish line with as many successes as possible. Today, I understand that it resembles more of a journey whose destination, duration, and even sometimes meaning, we do not know. So allow me, my imaginary grandson, to pass on to you some lessons that life has taught me and that I would not want to take with me into my tomb, without you benefiting from them, since they may help you succeed in life better than I was able to do.