Hello to one in all I hope your new year is off to its best start, I haven’t posted in a week a hectic week and all that comes with the title of this post, Ageing Parents. So I did what you do I jumped on an airplane because my father needed me to, losing my mother some 20 yrs ago he’s all that is left.
This post is for my father who helped me understand what it really means to be a man. He took my mother out of high school loved and married her until he buried her, coming up in a time when being a black man had real challenges, sometimes I and the generations
behind me have on more then one occasion taking it for granite.
For all of us with ageing parents
As the time comes and past, sweet is the love when the laughter in the memories will last, then focused on forgiving because those pitfalls comes from living, we each march through time the best way that we can, for life will disrupt the best laid plans.
Their will be sorrows and regrets for each your share will fall, for their will be sweet and bitter pills for us one and all. Then the flexible will become the frail, when yesterday and tomorrow no longer gels, within your humble grace, read the genteel groves in that aging face.
Somethings that were never said cheerfully its better that they lay dead, for its all part of what makes you, you, your responsible for a thing or two, sensitive then sensible, supportive is what you will want when its your time ago, To all who will have this still to come, your actions you will remember them until the day your done.
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