Time for a story you probably won’t read…

It’s too long.

Too personal.

Too sad.

Too happy.

It involves a grandmother and a man with a neck tattoo that cried…

I don’t expect many people to read this. I wrote it more for myself than anything else…

So with a lump in my throat here it goes…

“You moved to the beach?”

“Then where do you go to the bathroom?”

That’s what my Grandma told me when I told her I moved to Brazil. My Grandma also met my girlfriend via Facetime. She was even more surprised.

“Park, you have a girlfriend? And better yet, she’s beautiful?”

My throat and cheeks grew sore from laughter.

It was honestly the most enjoyable conversion I’ve ever had with my Grandma.

Until I asked my Grandma how she’s doing….

…Her reply was an answer I knew too well…

…”I have stage 4 cancer”

I called my Grandma because she chose to stop chemo. And she chose to end treatment after a 5 year battle. A seriously brutal decision for an 84 year old woman to make.

But what my Grandma said about this situation brought raw beauty to an ugly truth.

My Grandma’s reason for quitting treatment still gives me goosebumps…

Why?

…She wanted to live a quality life for the remainder of her days.

Specifically, she just wanted to go for walks and talk to her neighbors.

Could you imagine that?

In the face of death you find joy in the ordinary things.

The things that you and I take for granted everyday. What if our quality of life was just determined by being able to walk? By being able to talk to our friends and family?

Not the amount of followers we have…

…Or by the numbers in our bank account.

Of course, this is easier said than done. And this is something I still struggle with.

I feel guilty that my happiness is based on my income, and not the amount of time I spend walking or talking to loved ones…

It disgusts me that I determine a good day when I make a certain amount of dollars. But I don’t determine a good day by the amount of time I’ve spent speaking to my mother, father, sister, niece, and my girlfriend…

And being able to talk to my family is an experience many don’t have…

Anyway my point is that death…

Has a gorgeous and sick way of making us see the big picture.

So 2 weeks ago…

I put business on pause and flew to the States. Where’d I see my Grandmother for the last time. And it’s still hard to grasp that someone who was in my life for 30 years is gone…

But it’s even harder to grasp my Grandma’s concept of a quality life, walking and talking to loved ones…

…is something that I easily forget the importance of.

So in the loving memory of my Grandmother Carol this is a call to action for you and myself…

…To take the time today and…

Go for walks. Call your mother and tell her you love her. Bring your neighbor some cake. DM an old high school friend. Email one of your favorite teachers…

Because in the end the relationships are all we have in life…

…And the only way you will live after death, are the stories people tell about you. But no story will be told if you don’t have meaningful relationships…

Relationships, no matter how big or small…

Are all that matter.

With love and seriously the upmost gratitude,

-Parker