My parents didn't support my art and writing when I was younger, but my story in this case ended up on a happier note. I always used to hear from them what a "waste of time" all my work was, how I'd better focus on more "real" things, etc. In the past they'd been very practical people, went into what jobs would get them the most money and not what they were interested in, and while I don't think they expected the same for me and my brother, they didn't think much of more creative career paths.
Then one day I was doing something else and my mom came into the room and said, "Why aren't you writing? You should get on that."
I spent the whole day in confusion. I finally brought it up to my dad later and he said, "Oh, I guess she found your website and read your stuff. She said it was really, really good."
What happened later on actually ties in with what you talk about people on their deathbed regretting their life choices. I eventually ended up getting into the industrial field because I needed the money, but I kept my work going on the side. Unfortunately, working 12-hour days up to seven days a week didn't leave me enough time to build a viable career with my stories, but I still kept at it. I built up a lot of resources while I was working in factories and learned a lot.
Then I was hit by a car.
It took a little over half a year to get out of physical therapy and I still have a few lingering problems but for the most part I'm OK. I'm still thankful I had that job at the time because I would have never been able to pay off the medical bills. It did shift my perspective, though. I could have easily been killed, there's so many stories around here about fatal pedestrian-auto crashes. I did a serious re-evaluation of my life, and even though quitting a well-paying job was a scary prospect, I realized that if I stayed the course I was on and never even tried to be a full-time storyteller, I would regret it for sure. (The fact that the job was really stressful helped the decision, though)
My last day at the factory was a little over a month ago, so I have yet to see how this "follow your dream" thing works out for me.
My dad has really changed since then. His job burnt him out and now he's very supportive of me and my brother chasing our dreams. Mom though -- the day she found out I was quitting she called me up in a panic asking me what I was going to do for money. What I did to gain her support was let her in on my business and production plans and marketing strategies.