kerouac says

it's funny how much i miss my parents, sometimes. i'm almost thirty; i didn't think that feeling would stick around this long. it's really more like being suffused with tenderness for them than my actually wishing they were here or i was there. it's just that it was the three of us against the world, and the world was so small. no one gets them like i do, in all their ridiculousness, and i worry what the world is doing to them, especially my despairing mama. they are such sweet, sweet people. sometimes i think about what it'll be like when they're gone, and i want to spend every minute speaking into their answering machines i love you i love you you know i do you're the best.