But in the those three hours, I visited with my parents and my sister. It is a Sunday tradition that meant a little more today because three men I grew up with were spending their first Sunday without their mother. She passed away peacefully in the early hours of this morning.
Every Sunday I take a break and I rest with my family. We go out to lunch or bring lunch in, we watch football or maybe a movie. No elaborate plans, just some time to reconnect with my favorite people that is spent in the home that my parents brought me home from the hospital to, the home that they have rested in for the past almost 57 years.
It may not seem like a long time but those three hours spent with my family did more to recharge my batteries than a whole day of rest on my couch. It gave me the feeling of love and acceptance that will allow me to get through the rest of the week until next Sunday when I'm with them again.