Growing Old enough to talk about Goodbye.....

This morning, I received some good news: my younger sister's house in Gwangju is finally being sold.

That news became a quiet trigger, and before we knew it, my husband and I were talking about something much deeper—
how each of us would live if one of us were to leave this world first.

Even as we spoke, our voices began to tremble.
Just thinking about it brought tears to my eyes.

I’ve already told our two sons that if I go first, they must make sure their father lives close to them.
They told me not to worry—that this is simply a given.

My husband, in his own steady way, said he had already thought through these things.
That’s why he prepared things so that my sister could move to Seoul.

“If you’re the one left behind,” he said, “leave this house and move close to your sister.”
We shared this tender, tear-filled conversation quietly, without rushing, without fear—

We are old enough to share conversations like this with tender, tear-softened hearts.