When I was a child, living in New York, my relationship with my parents involved the constancy of their presence in day-to-day life. Now, living in California, it involves the constancy of their absence in day-to-day life. And it’s always sad to travel back home after visiting with them,
back to that awareness.
Because I don't have their day-to-day presence, other dimensions in our relationship have become more distinct.
Like the power of not only feeling their love, but knowing of it.
I can’t talk to them (often).
I can't see them.
They are not a physical part of my day-to-day life.
Yet, as I live far away, carpooling my children, celebrating Shabbat, going shopping, or sitting in a park, the knowledge of their love surrounds me with feelings of well-being.
Just knowing that there is someone who loves - on good days and on bad days, when my life feels serene, and when my life seems like a mad jungle - makes me feel secure and cared about in a sometimes-jumbled world.
And these feelings of security, of being loved and cared about...transcend all that is transient. No one and nothing can take that love away.
I think about the 'parent' of us all.
Sometimes, we might feel that He is intensely with us. Acknowledge Him. Talk to Him.
And then there are times when we might feel intensely far away, in the middle of stressful times.
When we don't always acknowledge Him. Talk to Him. See Him.
But to know, or even to hope, that we are loved, cared by Him, during weathers of sun and storm, can make all the difference.

Friend from Worcester wrote...
Thank you so much for writing it.
Jill Dooley wrote...