There comes a time in ones life when
you began to care for your aging parents and grand parents that a troubling
fact is revealed. As you once again find
yourself living intimately involved in their lives you realize you do not know
them nearly as well as you once thought.
The greater part of their lives, that beyond the 18 years you spent with
them (probably conscious of several fewer than that) is as great a mystery to
you as a common stranger on the street.
Their fears and phobias, their great loves and great awareness’s, the
real person who is not your parent or your grand parent but a person wholly
removed from those roles. You begin to
realize that being your parent or grandparent was a role they played but was
never who they were. They are a person
with a life lived. It is the continued
discovery of that life over the last few years that breaks my heart at how
unique they are and how I was always selfishly unaware of them outside of their
relation to me.
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