There are times in life when you really hate the distance – being away from Parents, especially when they need help and you can’t be there. The chain reaction of thoughts starts, takes you back to “What am I doing here?”, “Why can’t we be together?”…
While growing up, my parents helped me guide through choices that kept me with them until I got my Bachelors in Engineering. Whenever I was sick, I had accidents (fractured arm, busted forehead, a complex left arm fracture, and an appendectomy..) Mom and Dad have always been by my side. Dad spent nights on uncomfortable beds, drove me around the town to make sure I could attend school and tuition’s when my hand was in a cast, and traveled from Nagpur to Pune for being with me.
Recently, he tore his shoulder muscle – pretty badly. He went through surgery and had been recuperating fine and attending his physical therapy sessions. Doctors say his recovery is good (definitely good news), but his shoulder hurts during the exercise sessions.
A surprise call to my Mother-in-Law (one of the most active persons I know) revealed she is down with dehydration and sunstroke symptoms.
It’s times like these when you want to be there. I can’t express the feelings in words. Just counting our blessings that they are feeling better than before and recovering.
