My children live in distant cities now, and I only get to see them once every few months. After graduating and settling into jobs far from home, they had promised to visit at least once a month. But reality had other plans. Far from coming monthly, they would show up after several months—just long enough to share a meal before hurrying back.
One day, they finally came home. I thought I would feel only joy at their arrival. And yet, as we sat down for a meal together, a quiet emptiness stirred in one corner of my heart. Even in their presence, I missed them.
“How can I miss someone who is sitting right in front of me?” I wondered.
Then I thought of the look in Heavenly Mother’s eyes when She gazes upon Her children from overseas—eyes filled with tender sorrow, yearning, and a love so deep it aches, even while watching. How must Her heart break, knowing that each reunion is only a pause before another goodbye?
As my children prepared to leave again, I reminded them to drive safely and take good care of their health. And when they reassured me not to worry and to take care of myself, too, I quietly made a vow in my heart: I promised to walk the path to the kingdom of heaven to the end—without growing weary—hand in hand with Mother.