08/06/2025
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Every day I make this call. I talk to my parents every morning and I check in again at the end of the day.
I’m lucky. Both of my parents are still alive.
And I don’t that for granted.
Some days, I may have a funny tidbit to share, other times it’s just mundane chatter.
But I talk to my mom and dad every day.
We talk about what’s planned for dinner and how the grandchildren are doing. We talk about sports and the latest chatter surrounding our teams.
Every day, like clockwork, I make that phone call.
Because I still can.
Parents spend years encouraging us, comforting us, helping shape us from children into the adults we’ve become today.
As we get older, there is a shift. It’s our turn to nurture and comfort our parents, to fill them in the little moments in life.
Sure, there are days when I have absolutely nothing to say. There are times when I get annoyed with them because I have to repeat myself. But it’s those moments when I remind myself—I am so lucky that I can pick up the phone and call my parents.
If you, too, are lucky enough to have living parents, give them a call.
Treasure those conversations.
Hang on to those moments, for one day, they will become priceless memories.
I talk to my parents every single day.
And I don’t take it for granted.
