Had he so desired his sons would have stopped what they were doing to be with their father every minute of his final months. But that was not what he wanted. "Do not stop your lives," he told them. "Otherwise this disease will have ruined three of us instead of one."
In this way even as he was dying, he showed respect for his children's worlds. Little wonder that when they sat with him, there was a waterfall of affection, lots of kisses and jokes and crouching by the side of the bed, holding hands.
- from Tuesdays with Morrie
These were the lines that spoke to me the loudest; it was from here that I took away a lesson from this book by Mitch Albom.
`Respect for others worlds' -- that's kind of old age I am inspired to live. Should I do even think otherwise, I hope this post will bring me back on track. (Here's hoping that my readers too will take home this 'little' lesson that will make a 'big' difference).
By the way, I also remember reading Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet and taking note of what he had to say On Children:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.