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The Gift of Time

The Gift of Time

This is a personal touch from me to you. I am writing to everyone who still has a mom or dad. You may not always see their value in the moment. You might feel as if they don’t mean that much, because you can do things for yourself.

I lost both my parents—one while I was still at school, just about to finish my nursing studies, and the other when I was already working but still trying to find my footing.

What I always wish I could do is simple:

Speak to them,

Take them out for lunch,

Just catch up and spend time together.


Have you ever wanted to spoil someone but couldn’t? It hurts more than a breakup. In a breakup, there’s still a chance you might see that person again. But when your parents are no longer here, the finality cuts much deeper.

So if you still have your folks, don’t miss out on the time the universe is giving you with them. It’s only for a limited season, and once it’s gone, you’ll never get it back. Remember, tomorrow is never promised—make today count with them.

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