From the strangest places
I sit here tonight very sad and forlorn. I was looking through my contacts on my phone and there was my fathers phone number. It made me stop and wonder, should I delete it? Should I keep it for the memory? I have to say that it brought a tear to my eye. More than that though it reminds me that grief can strike at any moment. I am almost afraid to go through some of my pictures. I mean if I get this upset from a phone number what will happen with a picture?
Buck up man
That is the thing I tell myself all the time when I get melancholy. I tell myself that my father wanted us to go forward and not cry for him. He said so in the letter he wrote. I still marvel over that part… it is as if he knew that we would be feeling that way and comforted us. See that is why I miss the old man. He had this way about him that was kind of freaky…
Not a saint
I will be the first to say that my father was not a saint. Far from it, He was a drinker when he was young and mom swore that he ran around on her during the early years, though he always denied it. (my mother was a very jealous woman). As he grew, he gained wisdom, cleaned up his act and became a great man. He took care of my mother when she contracted Alzheimer’s, becoming her full time care giver for over 12 years. I witnessed that care when he lived here in Utah with me right before she passed. I was grateful for that time, it gave me a chance to see my mother, even though she had no idea who I was. It was painful but at least I got to be with her for 6 weeks before she passed.
I hope that all of you that still have your parents learn this lesson, cherish them, fix any issues you may have with them, don’t let the time slip away. You will regret it. You will sit here wondering why you didn’t take the time to communicate more with them. You will turn around one day and not have them, then the wishing starts…..