A funky day

Today has been sort of a funky day.  My mom returned from Korea and you know, her visits are no longer the same.  Going to Korea in the 80s and 90s were all about coming together and celebrating this thing called family.  We took trips to Cheju do, celebrated big birthdays, went shopping, sight-seeing, etc.  Then trips to Korea for my mom became spending time w/ her mom, even if her mom no longer recognized anyone anymore.  Now, it's her aging dad.  And it's also my eemo-boo w/ Parkinson's.  My mom said that she and her dad (I will attempt to write this Korean phrase in English phonetically ) "oh reh boot deuhl goh ooh lruh suh" as they said good-bye.  Translation: Held on tight for a long time and cried.  I honestly don't know of a sadder phrase or moment than that in the context of saying good-bye to someone, knowing it may be the last, but no one of course addressing that elephant in the room head-on.  But what are the other options?  My mom to stay in Korea indefinitely?  Then what becomes of her life?  There is no right answer.  I can write a book about my experiences and feelings on death and the after life, but for today, I just wanted to capture that powerful moment my mom had with her dad.  Writing this is bringing tears to my eyes.