Why? Why the people we love, be neglected by us most? If only we could be a little patient, had not the things be altered? Had we not become better son or daughter if we could be a less engrossed with only ourselves rather than our dad or mom? It had always been a subject for discussion that we don't value the people we get in our life when they are with us. Only when they are gone we lament and feel how important they were for us.
I think it is our one of the many excuses to avoid confrontation with our own. We know it from very beginning that this day would come, yet we take it for granted. Having said all, I mean, we think only about us. We act or lie to us about missing the particular loved ones. I sound ruthless, but to me it's true. Our own life is most precious to us, we remember the person only when we are supposed to get something from her, celebrate our Mother's and Father's day for showing but seldom do care. We are narcissist and hypocrites - Period.