I didn’t look back, cos if I did, I feared a tear may find its way free. Not that tears are a bad thing, I just didn’t want one to escape.
My parents drove me to the airport. After hugging both of them, I said goodbye, reflecting upon another fabulous time with them, the memory of my mother’s bear hug especially dominating my thoughts as I went through security.
They are about as different as two people can be, those differences fueling a wonderful marriage and a lifetime of love for over 45 years. Jumpha Lahari wrote a poignant book entitled The Namesake. It was a good book; it would have been a great book had she ever met my parents. And that is why someday, I’m sure I will write about it… Two people in India meeting and falling in love and leaving everything and everyone they knew behind to a new, strange land, ultimately settling and raising a family in the United States. That’s love. That’s the stuff of dreams. That’s the stuff of legends.
I am always in awe when I think of them, especially when I think about what they accomplished and where they were in their lives by the time they were as old as I am now. Our family was already complete. I was already in high school, as well as one of my brothers. My youngest brother and my sister were in grade school.
That’s what I think of whenever I say goodbye to my folks.
Go Adventure. Go Travel. Go Live.
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