That's a wonderful story. I especially liked when you said you "use to walk up to their door and think to myself how wonderful it would be if I could open this door and see my parents again. Then I would open the door and there they would be."
That's a great way of keeping clarity on the importance of your relationship. I on the other hand, have to do that from afar, since dad lives in Florida. The video thing..... I had a child hood friend that specialized in doing that for others. He showed me some of his videos..... I knew his mom well growing up and he wanted to show me her last video when she had cancer. After seeing another video of a terminal cancer patient... and his reflections of life and what he wished would have been better, especially in knowing his daughters, I couldn't bear watching anymore. I had a picture in my mind of my friends wonderful mom and I didn't want to really see her afflicted with cancer.
My wife has pictures of her mom and dad, both deceased, in several rooms of the house. She has more occasions of expressing her sad feelings about missing her parents than I, especially her mom. Despite my mom died several years back, I have yet to display any pictures in any of the rooms. They are in a scrap book. Looking at them rekindles how much I miss her. And the 'should have', 'would have', 'could have' scenario seems to creep in. She was a wonderful person. Yet with me, my Lord knows what's best for me. He consistently tells me to be thankful for the present and plan for tomorrow. Don't think about next week, but today. Mom is gone. And avoid obsessions of living in the past. Never to look back, but forward..... To always look forward and prepare for my own ascension when that time comes. In the mean time, each morning I thank Him for another day.
Way back along time ago, animal feed came in sacks made of patterned material, and at one point my dad was describing how his mother made his shirts out of feed sacks. My brother asked if that was how Sacks 5th Avenue started. We all laughed for a good while.
That's a wonderful story. I especially liked when you said you "use to walk up to their door and think to myself how wonderful it would be if I could open this door and see my parents again. Then I would open the door and there they would be."
That's a great way of keeping clarity on the importance of your relationship. I on the other hand, have to do that from afar, since dad lives in Florida. The video thing..... I had a child hood friend that specialized in doing that for others. He showed me some of his videos..... I knew his mom well growing up and he wanted to show me her last video when she had cancer. After seeing another video of a terminal cancer patient... and his reflections of life and what he wished would have been better, especially in knowing his daughters, I couldn't bear watching anymore. I had a picture in my mind of my friends wonderful mom and I didn't want to really see her afflicted with cancer.
My wife has pictures of her mom and dad, both deceased, in several rooms of the house. She has more occasions of expressing her sad feelings about missing her parents than I, especially her mom. Despite my mom died several years back, I have yet to display any pictures in any of the rooms. They are in a scrap book. Looking at them rekindles how much I miss her. And the 'should have', 'would have', 'could have' scenario seems to creep in. She was a wonderful person. Yet with me, my Lord knows what's best for me. He consistently tells me to be thankful for the present and plan for tomorrow. Don't think about next week, but today. Mom is gone. And avoid obsessions of living in the past. Never to look back, but forward..... To always look forward and prepare for my own ascension when that time comes. In the mean time, each morning I thank Him for another day.
Way back along time ago, animal feed came in sacks made of patterned material, and at one point my dad was describing how his mother made his shirts out of feed sacks. My brother asked if that was how Sacks 5th Avenue started. We all laughed for a good while.