Yet, we forget. Not out of malice, but out of habit. Life moves at a rapid pace. Work is demanding. Children are growing up. There’s always something that seems more pressing. But we often fail to realize that time is slipping away. One day, the chair will be empty. One day, the ravioli won’t be there – not because it’s cooled off, but because they’re no longer with us.
And on that day, it won’t just be their silence that we’ll notice. It will resonate deep within our hearts. To hear their voices again, we’ll pore over old pictures, read their messages, and listen to their voicemails. And we’ll whisper, “I wish I had just made that call. Just one more time.”
The aim of this isn’t to make anyone feel guilty. It’s to remind us of love. To serve as a reminder that small acts can convey love. A 10-minute phone call. A handwritten letter. A Sunday visit. A shared coffee and a memory. To them, these seemingly trivial things mean the world.
To the moms and dads who wait silently in hospitals and care homes… We haven’t forgotten you.
To the grandfathers who sit there, shedding tears while eating a solitary birthday lunch… You are loved. Even if we forget to say it. Even when the phone doesn’t ring. Even when life presents obstacles.
Take a moment today. Call your dad. Go visit your grandmother. You’ve been meaning to send that message. Ask them about their stories. Remind them that they’re still important to you. Because in the end！
