Life

Pretty as a flower and fragile as a flower

The day is quickly approaching for my daughter’s wedding. It’s hard to believe it is finally here. So much preparation goes into planning a wedding, and now we’re just crunching to the finish. However, the uncertainties of life are not on-hold because there’s a wedding just down the road.

Two nights ago, I got a frantic call from my mom about my dad. He had an accident that landed him in the emergency room. I won’t go into all the details, but it was a few days of emotional ups and downs. The immediate unknown floods one's mind with all kinds of possibilities, many of which are not good. Then there’s some good news woven in-between, only to be followed by a setback.

I was able to witness the purest form of intimacy between my parents. Theirs is a love that goes very deep. It’s what books are written about- or even movie quality. It was in a moment of despair- watching a gentle touch on the face, a soft kiss on the lips, a reassuring word or two. The scene will be imprinted in my memory for the rest of my days.

It’s hard to put one event aside and transition to another. How do you go from wedding to illness in just a moment? You do- because it’s life.

So this final week is not what I expected, but somehow I will manage to get through to the beautiful finish line. I’m pretty good at switching gears when it comes to work and getting things done, but, when it comes to emotions- that’s much harder for me- but I will forge ahead with excitement and deep love in my heart for my parent's enduring love and a love that I wish for my daughter and her husband (to be).