I am flying home today. I will spend the next couple of weeks taking my “turn” at caring for elderly parents — now both 99 years of age. Not sure what I’m thinking or feeling exactly, but I love these two Wyoming-bred and Oklahoma-grown souls so very deeply.
They gave me life. They gave me the Gospel. They taught me to work and to be productive. They taught me how to face life’s ups and downs with courage, and to find happiness along the way. They taught me to love music, to enjoy people and so many other things.
I know their mortal journey will soon come to an end: I wish they could stay, but I know they have to go. In August, they will celebrate 80 years of marriage and in September Dad turns 100.
When I grow up, I want to be just like them.
God bless my Mom and Dad.