Thought about where you came from lately? I haven't, and that bothered me. I have nothing to be ashamed of; I come from great parents, loving parents. It was something to live up to. My son says I succeeded, but, you always wonder.
We were huggers. Mom and dad always made sure to say they loved me, even after a scolding. I have always hugged my kids, not sure I said I loved them enough. Not sure I say I love my parents enough, now.
Nobody is getting any younger. My mom turned around and I was gone. I think I made them proud with what I accomplished in life. Then I turned around and the divorce snatched my kids away, but I made sure I saw them as much as possible. I think they know that. God knows they have made me proud. I try to tell them that, and that I love them dearly. I'm not sure I do it enough though.
Think about where you come from. Turn off the computer and call them. Tell them you love them. Tell them how much they have meant in your life. Don't wait to come across an old photo, by then it may too late.
Don't forget where you come from. It isn't a country, or a state, or a city. You come from people. Good people, I hope. But, good or bad they are your people. If you haven't spoken for reason, take the high road and reach out. Never let what needs to be said go unspoken.
I love you, mom and dad.
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