An hour drive, 48 exits away, and we’re at Mom and Dad’s development, the Renaissance. Have you seen the movie, “Pleasantville?” - Well, that’s what their development looks like. Every tree, every bush, every bench and every home seems so perfectly coiffed.
We love going to Mom and Dad’s place not only because it looks so “zen” but being at Mom and Dad’s a treat – a special treat. Just like when we used to visit my parents’ home, Mom always has a “spread” of food waiting for us to enjoy and plenty of stories to share (even though we talk almost every day through Alexander Graham Bell’s invention or through email). The hugs and kisses that we get when we first walk in are just simply precious.
You’re probably confused now. Mom and Dad are actually my in-laws. I never call them “in-laws”, they’ve always been Mom and Dad. They’ve embraced me as their own daughter as soon as they’ve met me.
Dad sang together with the barbershop show. It’s the first time I watched Dad’s show and I’m glad I did. You can see the pride in the men and women. Seeing Mom and Dad with their peers in this active adult community is just something to remember. They sang, made us laugh and made me feel so grateful that they have this social life. ( I wish my parents in the Philippines can experience the camaraderie of being in an adult community).
Dad had a heart attack earlier this year and it was a reminder not to put-off get-togethers for another day just because it does not seem like it fits in one’s schedule. It’s insane to think that we need a slap on our faces to wake-up and realize that life is short. It’s easy to lose track of priorities and a quick tickle in someone’s routine can open a person’s mind and see the importance of taking time for family.
The joy of life is reflected on everyone’s faces. Grandchildren, children, friends and family came together to share a moment to remember …