Re: Losing a parent.............
I discovered and read your threat last night (I do not know why it seems that I always read these types of thread at night, in a quiet house, with the only light coming from the monitor - where the written words seem to have a greater emotional impact (lol)). Some thoughts and reflections.
My parents died within a relatively short period of each other – my Mom suddenly and unexpectedly and my Dad after a time dealing with a serious illness. Not being a religious man, what gave me peace, was the belief that one still ‘lives on’ as long as one is remembered. I reckon with my siblings and our children, my parents will be part of cherished memories for at least sixty years more. I also believe part of us continues on in our children and beyond. Notwithstanding facial/body resemblances, it is sometimes as simply as observing a parent’s mannerism in one of our children. Not I of course, as I had vowed that I would never be like my parents (lol).
After my Mom died, my family could not decide what to do with the ashes. When my Dad died, for some unknown reason, I decided to talk a walk in my hometown cemetery – something I have never done before. I was surprised at the number of my friends’ parents, who were in turn friends of my parents, who were at rest. I quickly came to the realization that this was the place for my parents, among those who knew them. When I return to my hometown, I always visit this cemetery to not only to pay my respects to my parents but to the parents of my friends. It is comforting to know that my friends do the same thing.
Although, there was much grief for both parents, the grief gradually transformed into happy memories. A decade later, there is still much cheer and happy reflections when my siblings and I gather and tell stories of our childhood and of our Mom and Dad to the sometime amusement of our children.
Karole, IMHO I believe your approach to the upcoming Father’s day is a healthy one. After all what is a better way to remember a good life than with happy stories and laughter in a loving family gathering. Our Dads would not have it any other way.