I have only blogged once per month over the past two months. I’ve got to get back in action again.
This past week my mom and dad visited from Milford, Massachusetts. For those of you that don’t know, I grew up in the cold region of New England (Go Celtics)! I lived the same small apartment with my sister and parents until I turned 21 and moved to New York.
I always enjoy when my mom and dad visit. (I know you read this mom!)
But the thing I enjoyed most this time was just talking. Both my parents have always been a pleasure to talk with. I’ve always been impressed with how many close friends they both have. In these days we live in, it’s uncommon for people to stay close friends with so many people for such a long time.
My parents are different. As we reminisce about old times, they still keep up with and talk with many of the friends they had when I growing up in that third floor apartment in the 1970s.
My parent’s friends are now in all parts of the country. But they keep in touch with so many of them. They care about these friends and I know for sure that many of these friends still care very deeply for my parents.
It’s interesting that this got passed down to my sister and I. We both are the same way. In fact, many of our closest friends are the children of my parent’s friends.
Both family and friends mean a lot to my parents and I’ll always owe that aspect of my personality to them.
Thanks mom and dad!
I love you both.