When I heard this I felt bad. I felt really bad that it didn’t “cross my mind” or concern me that my own father did not have a father “figure” for most or pretty much all of his life. I can’t imagine that for myself.So, I guess I should obviously feel blessed for the time I have had with my own mother and father. And I do. But I am also selfish…still want them around…still want to be able to tell them what’s going on in my life, and what’s not going on in my life...I want them STILL to help me parent my own kids nearly grown now.....no matter how old I am or how old I get.
OK.....but....Mom is STILL physically here. I want to tell her stuff. I want to go on errands with her. I want to bake Dad’s favorite pumpkin pie with her. And I want Dad here to enjoy the finished homeade product. It can only be a memory…indeed...a good memory that no one can take away from me.
The photo I show is a recent picture of Mom and me. Mostly I just stare at her. I talk to her as well. I tell her I love her. Sometimes she seems to notice but not so much anymore. She still “jibber jabbers” when she has the energy. On this day as I held her hand, she “suckled” my finger. I believe she was kissing me. I will cherish that moment. It’s all I have with her. It needs to be OK. So, I guess… I think….that ought to be put on the list as a blessed good thing. And it truly is.
Mom turns 85 on Monday. Happy Birthday my dear mother. Love you.