Last night, before I indulged, I took dinner over to my mom and dad. Before I left, my mom grabbed me in a huge bear hug, remarking, ‘I don’t want to let you go.’ It hit me today, those words, the repercussions, the reality hiding behind them. Someday, my mom, my dad will leave me alone, struggling to move beyond the crack of my heart, knowing I can’t go with them.
‘I don’t want to let you go.’ I don’t either. But, for now, while life is still breathing in my mom and my dad, I will cherish every moment. And as time marches on, I will continue to indulge in fueling up my heart with memories, so the connection between us will continue to live on.
‘I don’t want to let you go’…inevitably death will interfere. I have to let my mom, my dad go, but I can still hang onto moments remembered and never release my grip on the warmth felt from being loved and having loved.