Reflections on the ‘Sacred Window’
Recently we went to a funeral for one of my dad’s best friends.
Earlier that morning I had gone on a walk with my friend Sarah and it came up how incredible it is that we both have healthy parents. Parents that aren’t only healthy, but also helpful. At first, I said I was nervous about the day it would be my responsibility to take care of my parents, but after seeing my dad walking beside the casket of someone two years his junior, I thought, what a privilege it would be. A privilege to make it that far…to get to care for my aging parents.
I have said this before, but I feel on a visceral level that I am living in the deepest of golden years with my family. My children are young and vibrant, but so are my parents. I am sandwiched in between youth and experience, both steeped in love.
I don’t know how long the golden years span. For so many they are cut short, leaving empty seats at the table and holes in our hearts.
But I do know that every time I notice it, I want to deeply drink it in and enjoy it. Not out of anxiety, not because we aren’t promised forever, but because they’re too good not to.
