The existence/idea of parents has been on my mind lately. A friend of mine recently observed the 4th anniversary of her mom's passing; and unfortunately she is only one of many friends of mine who has lost a parent. I think that we expect to have lost our parents (or one of them) when we are in middle-age, but this early in life it just seems wrong.
In recent conversations with various friends and acquaintances, it has come to my attention that many of them are not close with their parents. Some of them even have bad relationships with them or no relationship at all. Even though such situations do not seem uncommon, they are beyond my frame of reference. I not only love my parents, but I genuinely like them. When I go back to Atlanta, I look forward to spending time with them. And they are more supportive of me than I deserve or could wish for.
I'm not sure why I felt the need to write this post; perhaps because these themes have so occupied my thoughts recently that "writing them down" seemed an appropriate response. In any case, I am grateful beyond measure for my dad and mom and the roles they play in my life.
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