Today was the final day of our visit with my mother and Carlos – as always, it was the best day of the visit and yet, the hardest day.Part of the ease of this trip was due in no small measure to my brother, Rick, who, along with his wife, Allyson, picked us up on our arrival in Indianapolis and delivered us to Mom’s door.Moreover, his selfless sacrifice today to drive the two-and-a-half hours back down to visit and, tomorrow, to take us back to the airport to catch our flight home.We had a great visit together including grilling out some steaks and sharing a great family meal together while remembering our younger days.We were dubbing some of Mom’s VHS videos onto DVD’s and came across one in particular which included several minutes of footage where we watched our two grandmothers, our father and Rick and Allyson’s son, Marc, all now departed from our presence, but fully alive in our hearts and memories.Sad reminders, yet precious, of many awesome joys we cherish and hold so tenderly cradled in the crevices of our minds so as to preserve them forever - choking back tears, yet, all the while smiling within as we remembered.Truly, this was the best day of our visit, and yet the hardest – not just while we shared the videos, but when it was time to end our week-long visit and say our parting good-byes, the scene that always draws a few tears at the pain of separation we are all experiencing.This is sincerely a juxtaposed time of joy and sorrow cast against a backdrop of family love and relationship.We want to go home to see our family there – we want to stay and enjoy our family here.The only way to avoid this pain would be to not allow yourself to love all the parties concerned – to not allow yourself to travel long distances to be together – to not allow yourself to revisit memories of loved ones lost - and that would truly be the saddest and most excruciating pain of all!!
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