family

My parents just came out for a visit in California. I haven’t seen them in a year and a half, and it has been an historical year and a half.

It is such a poignant time now as well. Vaccines, hugs, people, summer, sunshine, sports upon more sports, shifting plans, body aches, planned and spontaneous gatherings, and in real life smiling faces. Celebrations and brewing adventures. And I finally saw my parents.

My 83-year-old dad indicated that this may be his last trip to California from the East Coast. I totally understand.

A beloved aunt recently passed. It was her time, but I am still sad. She was such a distinctive force. I see and feel my peers being ushered into being the eldest of their generation. Ready or not.

The older I get, the more I honor and cherish endings. I’ve had a few glimpses of the beauty of it.

I’m super grateful for my parents health in this stage of their life. I treasure that we had such a rich and positive visit.