Call Them While You Can

In the blink of an eye, your parents will be gone. And one day,

you’ll realize how much time you thought you had. Right now, you’re busy.

You’ll call tomorrow. You’ll visit next month. There’s always later. Until there isn’t.

One day you’ll want to ask them something, and there will be no one to answer. One day you’ll miss

the sound of their voice, the way they tell the same stories, the things you were

too rushed to hear. We get caught up in life and forget that our parents are

aging— that every conversation is a gift, that every moment is borrowed.

Those stories you’re too busy to listen to? They disappear when they do.