Tomorrow we American’s celebrate Thanksgiving. I’ll be just arriving in London en route to visit my dad in Bridge of Weir, Scotland. Of course he and my stepmum don’t usually celebrate turkey day, but we’ll gather in their village kitchen on Friday and cook a Scottish/American feast together. I know, for sure, there will be some sort of turkey and glorious HAGGIS BALLS (equal parts stuffing & haggis mixed together that I love to make year round).
Back in April, my mother passed away and I had to fly to Miyako Jima (near Okinawa, Japan) to take care of her funeral and estate. The trip was absolutely dreadful (except for a few delicious moments) but it would have been worse if we hadn’t reconciled the year earlier.
My mom and I hadn’t spoken for ten years (I was embarrassed and angry about what she did for a living), until a friend of mine, over lunch at Jitlada, demanded I call my mother. If it weren’t for my friend, I’d never have found peace and comfort of knowing my mother a bit better. She had retired from the business I abhorred, and was just a funny, old lady I chatted and laughed with long-distance.
My dad and I were also estranged for many years (international divorce and spending ten years in a children’s home can do that), and it took decades for us to want to be in each other’s lives again. Although it wasn’t always easy (I used to hold on to anger)… IT WAS definitely WORTH IT. I fly back to Scotland to visit him once a year now, and I’m so grateful for every moment together.
If there’s someone in your life you’ve been waiting to call or visit, please stop and JUST DO IT.
Life is short. There’s always time to heat up the leftovers tomorrow.
Much love, Jo