Today, I got a call from a friend, complaining bitterly about the difference of opinion he had with his dad.
I listened with a smile.
In the end, I had only one advice.
“It is a privilege to have your parents alive. They provide wings you can always run under, even if they live under a rock. No one knows how great that privilege is until death draws the curtain. Whatever you do, make sure your words to your parents are words that will not judge you, if they happen to be the last words to them.”
It made him quiet. Hopefully, it got him to call back, apologise, and reconcile.
I am thankful for the gift of loving parents, and last words which comfort.
