The few hours I spent watching parents and children flying kites together here in Central Park, made me smile and helped clear my mind as I tried to decide whether to turn mom over to hospice or stop them and give mom over to a natural healer that my brother and mom's good friend from her church were asking me to do. Watching them play reminded me of the life time of fun and laughter mom and I shared, and how much those times meant to the both of us. I felt a part of the great cycle of life as I watched children playing with their mom's, and how the time would one day come when they like me would have to make heavy decisions for their parents who could no longer make them for themselves, and how the memories of times like these, shared with their parents, would help to, unseen, guide their actions as they decide what will be best for their mom or dad.
