Apna Ghar

11/16/2025

For those in Oakland county who may need help

11/15/2025

10/20/2025

A study released this year by AARP and the National Alliance for Caregiving estimated 63 million Americans are caregivers.

10/20/2025

Happy Diwali!!!! May your home be filled with light, joy, and prosperity.

10/12/2025

🕰️ The Evening I Realized My Parents Had Become Each Other’s Hands
Last Sunday, I stopped by my parents’ house for dinner.
It was nothing fancy — roast chicken, mashed potatoes, and the same soft music they’ve listened to for years.

When I was a kid, Sunday dinners were loud. The TV blaring, laughter spilling through the kitchen, my dad carving the chicken while Mom shouted reminders over the noise.

But now, the house feels different. Softer. Quieter.
Like even time itself moves slower here.

After dinner, I stayed to help clean up. Mom waved me off, insisting she had her “system.” Dad just smiled and began stacking the dishes. I watched them move around each other — a dance so familiar it needed no music, no words.

Mom forgot where she’d placed the dish towel, and before she could ask, Dad handed it to her.
Dad dropped a spoon, and without looking, Mom bent down to pick it up.

Every motion was small, almost invisible — but I saw it.
They were each other’s hands now.

When I was younger, I thought love was loud — fireworks, grand gestures, dramatic words.
But standing there in that quiet kitchen, watching them steady one another without even thinking about it, I realized: love grows quieter with time.
Not smaller.
Just deeper.

Later that night, as I was leaving, Dad helped Mom into her coat. He tugged gently at the sleeves, smoothed the collar, then kissed the top of her head.
It was the simplest thing — something I’ve probably seen a thousand times before.
But this time, it made my throat tighten.

Because I realized: I’m watching the people who once carried me now carry each other.
And every day, that’s how time moves — gently, quietly, right in front of us.

We think growing up means our parents fade into the background, but really…
they’re just teaching us how to love someone for a lifetime.

So now, when I visit, I don’t rush.
I sit.
I listen.
I let them tell me the stories I already know — because someday, those stories will be all I have left of their voices.

💡 The Lesson:
Love doesn’t always roar.
Sometimes it whispers through creaking floorboards, through shared glances, through the way two hands reach for the same plate.

If you’re lucky enough to still have your parents, don’t wait for the big moments.
Cherish the small ones.
Because one day, you’ll realize — those quiet gestures were the loudest expressions of love you’ll ever know. ❤️

10/05/2025

Starting Monday! A fun and rewarding opportunity for St. Pat members and friends. The program will meet at St. Pat on Monday and Wednesday mornings from 10 to 11:30 AM from October 6 to November 19. See the flyer for more details and to sign up.