They won’t be waiting at the hospital when I give them grandchildren, and they won’t get to come over and see my first house. I know they are always with me, but they will not be there for those milestones in my life.
If you knew today was the last day your parents would be alive, you would try to relive every moment with them.
I am not a very good Jew
I never fast,
I eat carnitas during Yom Kippur,
Haven’t been to Synagogue
since Dad passed.
I guess it just doesn’t seem very Holy
It is okay to not be okay.
You raised yourself, reminding yourself you were worth something.
You never know what someone is going through just by looking at them.
You find that the pen and the paper are your greatest weapons, the weapons to fight the forgetful nature of the human mind, because how can the human mind be so weak to forget the name of someone so strong?
You learn to be inspired by challenges, not afraid of them.
“Both my mom and grandmother used to always warn me about going to sleep with my hair still wet. They were convinced that it would give me arthritis??? Not sure if there is actual science backing that, but I always wash my hair in the morning just in case.” — Jenny, 20
We are all in similar situations. It doesn’t matter what type of house you live in or what type of car you drive being a parent is a hard job. At some point we all have self-doubt.