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Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Time with the Folks

Until this past weekend it had been more than two months since I had seen my parents. Lately I have been really missing them. And after looking at my calendar it will be some time when I do make the trip back home. But last week I called my father up and asked him to meet me some where half way for lunch.

So on Sunday after the service, I rushed out of the movie theater and headed to meet the folks. Since they live in Salisbury, somewhere near the Bay Bridge was the most central. We ended up meeting at a seafood restaurant called, "The Fishermans Inn." It is right on the water in Kent Narrows. As I pulled up I saw my parents getting out of their car, it gave me such a warm feeling. I guess I felt an immediate sense of love. I feel so fortunate to have such a strong family, and a family that is not separated. Well anyways, we got the hugs in and headed in. Quickly my mom did the glance over to see if I was eating well. They think because I am a single guy, that I starve myself. So my mom was full of questions, but it was nice. I typically speak to my father so it was a way for her to catch up with me. The meal was great and so was the conversation. It was very comforting to be there with them. Since I am pretty much the only child to move away, and the only one that is not married, they seem to still feel tied as parents and supporting. To give you an idea of my father's character. This man is unbelievably generous to those around him. At least once a month I get a letter from him and a gift card. My mother wanted to know all the in's-and-out's of my new job. So most of the conversation was a catch up on my life. But then I got to hear the new things going on in their lives. My mother may be promoted soon to assistant director of Nursing at the nursing home that she works at. I thought that was great. We talked for a few hours and all agreed that we need to try to meet up more often.

I only live three hours from my family, but three hours is enough distance to make visits difficult. I must say that I cherish any moment or time I can have with them. Some people don't realize how lucky they are to have their family so close. It's when they aren't around when you feel it. I am going to make an effort to make time for them. They mean so much to me.

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