Cousins get together
This message is for all those whose beloved parents have passed on.
I urge you, call your brothers and sisters, sit together, and talk about them. As you share memories, you will begin to see your mother’s smiling face again and hear your father’s familiar voice.
Remember your mother: how she woke early, dressed you for school, carefully combed your hair, and prepared your clothes for festivals and weddings. She cooked for you every day without complaint and filled celebrations with laughter, jokes, and warmth. Her love was in every small act.
Remember your father: how he guided you in your schoolwork, corrected your lessons, and encouraged you to do better. How he helped buy your clothes and shoes, often putting your needs before his own. How he accompanied you to the theatre, festivals, and gatherings, standing beside you with quiet pride. His love was steady, protective, and strong.
When siblings sit together and remember such moments, something sacred happens. Differences fade. Trifles lose meaning. You are once again children of the same mother and father.
Do not let small misunderstandings keep you apart. In coming together, you honor their lives and keep their presence alive within you.
