Yesterday, I visited the wake for the father
of a friend of mine. As I viewed a few steps away from where I sat
the remains of the old man lying in state, and as I listened to the
brief recollections being told about him, I was once again reminded of
how blessed I am that my dear Mom, at 79, and my dear Dad, at 87, are
still with us their six children and 12 grandkids.
My parents may not be
in the best of health now, but in their best of health then, they were there for us their children, and
even up to now in their own ways. Caring for ageing parents can
sometimes be a daunting experience, as it can really test one's patience
and understanding. But I guess that is nothing compared to what parents
have to undergo to rear their children well. Coming from the wake, I
was glad to see and be with my Mom and Dad at our home. And I vowed to
try even harder to be more patient, appreciative, and understanding of
my ageing parents. ;)
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