I made a little jaunt home and I started to realize something. I looked at my parents and saw things that I’d never seen before. An extra line here. A gray hair there. A slowness in their gait. Hell, my father had to rock to get up. While watching this I came to the epiphany that brought me to the title of this post. They’re going to die and there’s nothing I can do about it.
Now unless your parents are deathly sick, this isn’t going to happen tomorrow. (Disclaimer: God is a vengeful God and he’s down for pranks so don’t rule out some ironic death so that he can get his giggle on.) You have time to plan and enjoy them as they age. I’m going to laugh as they creak and groan. Chortle while they reminisce on the good times. Count their money before they die. *insert Birdman handrub* Threaten to put them in a home when they act wrong, I could go on.
If anything, this trip home just confirmed the “bring me my flowers” principal. I have to love them and enjoy their company while they’re still here. Yes they can annoy the hell out of me but that’s what they’re supposed to do. They’re supposed to get old and act like THEIR parents when they swore they wouldn’t. But when you get right down to it, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
HOW ARE YOUR PARENTS ANNOYING YOU IN THEIR OLD AGE???