I guess the single biggest piece of gratitude I can have these 2 days, is that my dad's fracture is just hairline and doesn't require surgery. Thank goodness! I still worry though, as he is using 2 single clutches and there's a possibility of him falling over if he trips over anything, or if he was careless for just a split second. And stubborn him still insists on sleeping on the floor / his mattress plonked onto the floor, rather than the much higher bed in the room, because "it's too hot". Right. That's what air-conditioning is for, for cooling and when situations like fractured ankles call for it. Geez. Stubborn mule.
That said, I have been having this sense of.. nostalgia mixed with fear of permanent, irreversible & negative changes to my family. Lately I can't help but realise that so much have changed over the years but it never meant a great deal to me as I have never truly acknowledged that time is a precious commodity that never comes back once it is gone.
But it recently dawned upon me that my dad's gonna be 65 and my mum's 59. That's.. not many years left if we are lucky. And sometimes it doesn't feel like I'm anywhere close to fulfilling my duties as a son. Only the little tasks here and there.
And yet, things are not to be rushed. Let nature take its course. What matters day to day though, is to treat one another with care and concern, to the best of our abilities, even if we often take one another for granted cause well, family. They are the only people to have known me for over 30 years, younger brother none withstanding. That makes them rather unique to me. And that unmistakable bond we have as a family, hidden away from sight but never to be forgotten.
More family time, more talking. Less me-time. More caring & sharing. Less arguments.
Never stop trying.
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