Tender moments

As I walked up to the german hospital for my dr appt. friday, I watched a rather burly, handsome 45-or-50-something man double park his car directly in the taxi parking area, cross the street quickly, as a woman(whom I can only imagine is his wife) got out of the passenger side, and climbed in the backseat. When the man gets across the street, he lovingly put his arms around the elderly gentleman waiting there, and kiss him right on the lips. Now, ordinarily watching a grown man kiss another man right on the lips grosses me out, and is creepier than I can deal with...but I realized that this was the younger man's father, and he didn't give one thought about who would see him kiss his dad. You could see that those men had a special bond, and even the wife stayed in the car so they could enjoy a moment. It was precious to watch the two of them walk slowly to the car, as they were lost in their own little world. The son gingerly helped his dad into the car, helped him with his seatbelt...and gently shut the door. I pondered on this moment for the rest of the day. Germans are known to not show their feelings or emotions very often. . There have been times when we are in a crowded place, people bonking each other and not a single person is offended, nor do they apologize. It isn't necessary. They assume that it was unintentional, as should we. So, when I watched this man with his dad, I reflected on how rare it is, to see someone show PDA here. I did go on to reflect on how it doesn't matter where we live in the world, what nationality we are, or what faith we are. A threat to our mortality reminds us of what's important. And when all is said an done, have I done enough for my family, that when I am ailing, they will kiss me in public and tell me how much they love me, without caring who might be watching?