Wednesday, September 01, 2010
I've been at home for the past day recovering from this food poisoning and as I start to find my strength come back, it leaves me with memories of you and me in Goa, just talking and goofing around as if we had not a care in the world, oblivious of the inevitability that our parents are aging and will require full time care. But that's neither here nor there. I woke up early this am, with thoughts of you and that this will be a long weekend that I will be spending without you in Philly. Ordinarily I'd joke about it and say that its time to myself, but the older I get, the more I realize that the only real time to myself I enjoy, is the time I get with you, all to myself. I miss you and want to see you back home next week, I look forward to picking you up next fridayat 5.30 am at Newark airport. Consider it the labor of my love for you.