I read an article the other day, written by Keith Kendrick, and it has really struck a chord with me. He is quite harsh in what he says, but I applaud him because he is being brutally honest.
" Many years ago, when I was a teenager, I asked my mother a question. It was a challenging question because I was a challenging sort of boy, and my mother knew it. She also knew how to give as good as she got. My question was this: ‘If my dad and I were drowning, who would you choose to save?’ She didn’t hesitate in replying. ‘Your dad.’ I was completely taken aback by her answer, but I also didn’t believe her, until I asked her to explain why. "Because I chose your dad — I didn’t choose you,’ she said. ‘When you and your brothers have all fled the nest, got married, had kids and moved away, your dad will still be here for me." From that day forward, my mother’s logic stayed with me. But more than that, it made me believe in the power of love. Not the kind of love that a parent has for a child, but the kind of love that is chosen by two adults who want to share their lives together. It was hammered home with devastating force last year as I watched my dad caress his wife’s — my mother’s — hand the day before she died from Alzheimer’s disease " From: Daily Mail
