Every visit I take alters the image of you in my mind.
You taught me that family is a constant thing, unyielding and true. Yet just as time passes on my end of life, it also passes on yours.
When did your hair start being speckled with gray? When did time mar your smile with lines?
I can’t pinpoint the exact moment I noticed these changes, but it brings a startling realization.
I will no longer get to use “visiting my parents” as an excuse for a vacation.
I won’t have grumpy messages on my voicemail asking why I never call.
I won’t have those embarrassing moments when you post up childhood photos on Facebook.
You will be entirely out of my reach, where no phone call or plane ticket can get to.
Mother, Father, all I will have are the memories.
Fortunately “one day” is still far in the future.
Today, right now, at this exact instant, there is still time.
It’s gradually depleting with every tick of the clock, but every minute left is a minute that you still have.
Tell your parents thank you. Tell them you love them. Tell them you respect them.
Tell them anything, as long as you tell them now.
Because one day you won’t be able to…
Because regret is a hard pill to swallow.