The circle of life has never been a stranger to me. My grandfathers already passed away before I was born and I lost my grandmothers around the age of 5. From there on, I said goodbye to several more family members. Some were way too young, some were at a reasonable age and many were somewhere in between.
We go through life seeing other’s parents bite the dust as a natural part of the deal. We know that somewhere along the road, when our own parents are old and grey, we will have to say goodbye to them. Or at least, that’s how I always assumed it was supposed to happen, yet many of us aren’t as fortunate to have our fair share of time with them.
For a very long time, I thought there would come a moment where my parents’ age would be acceptable for me to let them go. One day, they would be old and grey enough to have my blessing to parade the Elysian Fields or sail off along the Styx.
The thing I realized is that as they grow older, I do to. Not only will our age eternally be in proportion to each other and therefore the difference is invariable, but more importantly: they will never be old enough to me. Only grey.
Luckily, I’ve had many years with both of them. After having a warning scare today, I’m even more aware of how precious my time with them is. I will not go all corny about this, but I think it’s important to wake up and smell the roses from time to time.
I know very well how life can be tremendously unfair and I do believe that pain and misfortune aren’t equally doled out when we enter existence. Though it has become an important part of my journey to stop focusing on what’s fair or not, and put the spotlight on what actually matters to me and my loved ones.
I do wish my parents won’t keep their coins on hand for Charon any time soon, and in the meantime, we’ll keep making lemonade together.