For the most part of last month, I was goofing off in Vancouver, BC, Canada, reconnecting and reminiscing with old friends, some of whom I haven’t seen in 50 years. (That number is not a typo.)
During one of those many conversations with them, C and his beautiful wife, also initialed C, and I, being Camillus, also a C, talked about parenthood and what we do for and expect from our children, most of whom are now adults themselves. One of us said that if we got as much as a phone call from some of our distant-living kids, we would be happy for hours, sometimes even days on end.
Just a few days later, when I returned home to the San Francisco Bay Area, a close friend shared a letter with me. It was from her daughter who lives abroad. It says:
Thank you for everything. It is amazing to see you healthy and smiling through adversity. I owe you so much and want you to know that I think about you a lot. I will never be able to repay you, but I hope you know that my journey is my way of seizing every opportunity that you have worked so hard to afford me. Love you, Mom. I look forward to sharing my joys and tribulations with you.
I think most of us believe that our life, at least the part on earth, ends in oblivion sooner or later. But some people, like me, think that love lives on. In some instances, through moist eyes.
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