Yes, you do! My mom, unbeknownst to the kids, had our grand parents all tell her stories from when they were kids, she wrote down some of her own and my dad's as well. Some were stories they would never have told us to our face, but GREAT stuff. She has since put them in a binder for each of the kids. We love reading those stories.
Every family has wonderful stories. I actually save mine in a folder in my "treasure box". Someday my kids will look back through that old fashioned box and the folder it holds and say, "Gee, I'd forgotten (or I remember) that!" They'll understand that every little thing they did for each other, for the family, or for total strangers was appreciated and that I loved them for that and for being my babies. They'll learn things about me and the husband I loved so very much; they'll learn things about themselves and each other. I'll never have a fancy house or a lot of material things to pass on to them, but I will have left them a legacy of life and that, to me, is precious..I've felt strange sometimes going through the belongings of family members who have passed away. I almost feel guilty, snooping through things that they kept, whether because they meant something special and were carefully saved, or they were simply tucked away and forgotten. I want my kids to understand that I WANT them to look forward to going through those treasures, not dread that process.
I have my "Treasure Box", (which somehow evolved into 'Treasure BoxES') and those are the only boxes I know my kids will understand. Because of those brightly colored hat boxes and what they hold, my kids also have begun collecting treasures as well. In the red box are things from my kids' lives. I've placed programs for weddings, school and graduation programs, funerals, and newspaper articles and ticket stubs for special events. The blue hat box has the folder with stories I've written for or about my family, personal notes to them, and the few items left from when I grew up. The yellow box is full of things that have to do with the grandkids. It holds bassinet identifications and footprint cards from the hospitals when they were born (if you ask the staff when a new little one is born, they will always make up a spare for you, as long as the parents agree), first haircut curls, birth announcements, newspaper birth notices, a photo of each baby and parents at baby's birth, dance recital programs, their school event programs, a rock Katie found that is shaped like a heart, Austin's obituary (I hate that one!), one of Kendra's surgical ID bands, and now a photo of Jamie, his wife Rachel, and newborn son Landyn, among other treasures. Every once in awhile one of the kids will ask me if I'd like an extra "whatever" to put in my treasure boxes.
I don't have much to leave my family when my time here is over. But if I can give them a legacy - a sense of who they were and that they were my everything - then I've left them my memories to take care of. Any of the rest of the things around the house are secondary to the things in those three treasure boxes. So when it's their turn to go through boxes I can only pray that they'll be able to see that the little things in their lives mattered deeply.