I always hate the night before my parents travel- out comes the familiar book that they write their life's belongings into lines- the assets the worked hard for - whats ours- what was there's! then there's the whole talk- 'we leave you to hold the family together, look after everyone'- tho its become a ritual I always get a tear in my eyes and a lump in my throat! My father - said earlier so many people boarded a plane from Rio and died before the made it to the other side- how many of those told their children they loved them- to hounour the good they taught them- to not stray from they values they ingranied- to carry on.. to be strong!!
No one lives forever- no one! the thought of loosing those i love makes me sick to the stomach- but i know i will one day- we all will!
Thats why we should tresure the moments we have, not hold grudges ,forgive, oblige, listen... this rituals always reminds me - but i am always quick to forget!
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