The past few days my parents have been on my mind. Maybe because Facebook has that deal that shows you past posts or just because it’s July. I know August is around the corner.
At lunch on Sunday with my entire family I was laughing and joking. I made a comment about moving in with my kids when I was old and the son-in-laws weren’t too sure about that. I started to say I understood that I wasn’t sure I could live with my parents and it brought me back to the day my Dad died.
That morning, while we were alone in his hospital room, he told me that he needed to take me up on my offer. The offer I had given him a few days before about moving in with us. I had forgotten that, which surprises me. I couldn’t stop my eyes from filling with tears but I gathered myself quickly I think. I had a beautiful baby boy in my arms to look at and hide my tears. I felt my husband’s hand on my leg for reassurance as well.
While dancing and singing with my other baby grandson later, in my home office, I saw the pictures of both my parents from various times in their lives. The display has a photo of each of my parents holding me when I was a baby, I told G how that was me and continued to dance. My mother loved to dance. When I danced with my father at my second wedding we glided across the floor and if I shut my eyes I can still feel it.
The memories are here in my mind and next to my heart. Although they may fade they are still inside me. Tears may have fallen on this day but I’m glad I remembered that memory with my Dad.
Until next time,