I was about 17 or 18 when my grandmother died. To me she was just a strange, crazy old lady. But in retrospect, she was a fountain of wisdom. I'm 23 now and I remember her always saying: "I'll be looooong gone and dead in my grave, but you gon REMEMBA ME little boy."

She would always tell the same stories but they always had a moral. I really, REALLY wish I had taken the time to sit down and LISTEN and LEARN.