Our family was watching a movie the other night together, a holiday one on Netflix. One of the lines was ” I see your dad in you daily.”
Recently my own thoughts have been swirling around my dad and mom and the memories I have of them. I suppose the holiday season is why and the fact that our extended family no longer comes together very easily. Not because we can’t get along but more of just life gets in the way.
After the line was said, my 10-year-old daughter asked me what it meant, see the father figure was deceased. I explained in a manner I thought she would relate.
“Don’t you see my dad and mom in me at times?”
Although quite innocent, yet I could tell she was hesitant to say the following she did.
“I don’t really remember Grandpa.”
Sadness inflicted my entire body and my next thought to myself was “but you were such an important part of his life.” I wasn’t angry with her, I mean she was only 6 years old when he passed away. We only saw him 2 to 3 times per year.
But the story of when she was born and meeting him is one forever in my heart. I guess I need to get the scrapbook out and tell her the story again and again and again.
I am blessed with three siblings, three daughters, son-in-laws and grandchildren and a husband. But I still find myself missing the days of having extended family meet up more than once a year at Mom’s house.
To hear her loud and outrageous comments, the kitchen island filled with good food and all of us crowded into her somewhat small home, then sitting together around her big table to laugh and eat!
My fondest memories are from years ago when we would play games or cards around that table. This is somewhat lost now in our family. We would all stay for hours and enjoy each others company with the littles running a-muck!
When all my children and grandchildren are in my home, gathered around my dinner table, that is when I find myself happiest. Back in the day my mom would always say she didn’t want anything except her family home and us being there was gift enough. We always got her gifts anyways but now, now that I have my own large family, I totally get what she meant.
I am lucky because my children and grandchildren live quite close. But when there has been a few days and I haven’t heard the twins say Gaga or my oldest granddaughter say Grandma Julie in her special way or the youngest grandaughter smile huge for me, or even the 12-year-old grandson hug me, I get to missing them and will video call them. Grateful for technology but even more grateful for them when they are in my home together.
The thoughts of my parents recently, the subject of my youngest not recalling my dad has made other things to ponder in my mind. What do I do that is similar to my dad? Will my grandchildren remember me when I am gone, the way my own girls recall my mom now? Will they notice the attributes that my daughters have that are similar to me?
Those are for another time. I’m heading off to reminisce and think of days gone by now! Happy Holidays!