How beautifully put and sentimental, it is almost like a poem, the rhythm of life and death. My last living parent, my mother, is 89 and I just came back from visiting her. Every time I leave her I tell myself, this may be the last time. It is hard. What you touched is that part of me that will never be ready to let her go and the other part that knows letting her go will be the best for her. She and my younger sister have all the legal documents completed and we review them from time to time(very important to clarify things). She asked me before I left this last weekend, to "find a day when you and I can spend some time together." I do have the time now, and I will give her much more than a day. It is hard. Sometimes we really do not know our parents until we are aging parents ourselves. I still have lots of questions(my dad passed about 17 years ago) and I know she is ready to tell me the things that I most likely did not understand when I was younger. I suggest everyone take the time for their loved ones, especially now during this blessed season, but also throughout the year. Time is something we can never get back.