Thanks for sharing Les. Such a timely post. I received an email from a friend of my parents this week. Both my parents are deceased, but we’ve stayed in touch. This is the couple my parents told my brother and I we’d go to live with if they both died, which caused no consternation in our 6 and 4 yr old lives because we really liked them and their kids.
We moved to Northern California and they stayed in Southern California. We grew up and so did their kids. As my parents aged, I became more involved in the communication with mom and dad’s friends, fielding phone calls they could listen, or writing email responses.
I’ve had the chance to thank them for being willing to take us on if needed, and how much comfort that brought to my life. When the 95 yr old wife emailed me to see how I was doing in Chicago (the news paints a bleak picture), she also let me know her 97 yr old husband was getting ready for heart surgery. I’m so grateful that our tracks have run parallel off and on for most of my life.
Thanks for the wonderful metaphor. I’d love to see your face on the Brown Line train should I be riding the Red Line train at just the right moment!
Thanks for sharing Les. Such a timely post. I received an email from a friend of my parents this week. Both my parents are deceased, but we’ve stayed in touch. This is the couple my parents told my brother and I we’d go to live with if they both died, which caused no consternation in our 6 and 4 yr old lives because we really liked them and their kids.
We moved to Northern California and they stayed in Southern California. We grew up and so did their kids. As my parents aged, I became more involved in the communication with mom and dad’s friends, fielding phone calls they could listen, or writing email responses.
I’ve had the chance to thank them for being willing to take us on if needed, and how much comfort that brought to my life. When the 95 yr old wife emailed me to see how I was doing in Chicago (the news paints a bleak picture), she also let me know her 97 yr old husband was getting ready for heart surgery. I’m so grateful that our tracks have run parallel off and on for most of my life.
Thanks for the wonderful metaphor. I’d love to see your face on the Brown Line train should I be riding the Red Line train at just the right moment!