Let them Live

I lost my parents when I was in my 30s and now I see friends who have parents who are super seniors. They have parents who are in their late 80s and early 90s. My friends worry about when their parents get old.

Here is some advice from someone who could not see his parents grow old.

Let them grow old with the same love that they let you grow, let them speak and tell repeated stories with the same patience and interest that they heard yours as a child.

Let them overcome, like so many times, when they let you win. Let them enjoy their friends just as they let you enjoy yours. Allow them to enjoy the talks with their grandsons because they see you in them.

Let them enjoy living among the objects that have accompanied them for a long time because they suffer when they feel you tear pieces of this life away.

Let them be wrong, like so many times you have been wrong, and they didn’t embarrass you by correcting you.

LET THEM LIVE and try to make them happy, the last stretch of the path they have left to go; give them your hand, just like they gave you their hand when you started your path! Honour your mother and father.