What happens after the baby birds have left there nest?
That’s the same exact question that came into mind as I was driving up to Oregon. It was a long eight hour drive and I had so much time to kill. So I had every opportunity to think — from past, present and then future.
It’s been years since my siblings came and moved in with me. I used to live in a one bedroom unit by myself. But after my parents divorce, my sibling came in one after another. We’ve come a long way, from an apartment in ghettoville to a house in a humble suburbs of San Francisco. You see, I’ve lived most of my life with them. And somehow I’m saddened that we’re slowly slipping away. I really hate this feeling of selfishness! But behind my denial, I know that day would come. Where they would eventually grow up, spread their wings and live away from the nest to seek new experiences.
Do I sound like a worried parent or what? I’d be honest, I do feel that way! Little by little, I feel that we’re growing apart and it won’t be long till they tell me, goodbye. And somehow, I need to condition myself to accept the natural course of life. That no matter how much I want to hold on to them, I cannot resists what is inherent. And that the only thing I can hold on, are the memories — fond memories of our childhood!
The next question is, what do I do long after they’re gone?