Yesterday, my sister and I had to go by my parents' house to check on its condition. As we walked through the various rooms, we recalled moments from childhood. Every memento evoked a memory of moments with family. The bedroom we shared. The little room under the stairs that scared us. The cubby hole in the furnace room where my brother would escape and meander around the neighborhood.
Filled with memories, we drove around the neighborhood. We toured past our elementary school, the park where we learned tap dancing, the candy store where we used to buy Mary Janes for a penny. And, of course, the viaduct under the tracks.
I took her on a tour of where she lived soon after marrying. She recalled the park where she would take her baby son....now a grown man of 53.
We smiled. Laughed. Even got quiet as we recalled our parents -- both gone.
Somehow, we got quiet with reflection. And, in the end, we hugged. But we also mused on the days we have left because we now are at the age where we must think about life and must resolve to cherish these memories. Every moment is precious. EVERY. MOMENT.
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