Love begins by taking care of the closest ones, the ones at home. – Mother Theresa
I left home at 17, and I have been fortunate enough to travel the country and world more than my fair share – but nothing compares to going home. I don’t mean my apartment though, I mean home, as in where my parents are. My family is spread across three states and I want to make sure that the distance doesn’t mean divide.
Home is where the heart is, and my heart is always with my family. It took me a long time to understand and acknowledge the deep appreciation and love I have for my family, but I know now that I don’t want to squander the time I do have left with them, particularly my parents.
As we grow up, at a certain point we realize that our parents too are aging, and then we are faced with their mortality. Life is finite but my love for them is infinite, and I want to spend more time helping them, taking care of them, talking to them, listening to their stories of joy, hope, concern or just anything. I want to understand them as people and meet them as friends. We often take for granted the time with have with people, especially family, but time is precious – so I hope you all reading this spend it wisely.