Hmmm, memories of a love lost.
The 8th July 1995 my dad went to be with our Eternal Father. It has been 14 years. Where has the time gone? My memories are so vivid and yet also very cloudy. Why did I find it so hard to say the things I wanted to say? I try not to let it rip at me, that I should have said how much I love him. I tell my own boys all the time how much they mean to me. Why is it that I didn't tell him?
My Mum knows, I know that I love her and yet once again I don't say it.
I am starting to feel that I have an answer for my own question.
Maybe it's because I may be saying that life as we know can end if I tell them. It ended for my Dad anyway without me saying it and so now, I must make the effort to tell my Mum how very special she is. While I am still lucky enough to be able to.
If you have not yet or not recently told your parents, your children or even your husband or wife how much they truly mean to you. DO IT NOW. Before it is too late.
RIP Dad. I miss you with a love that will never fade away. Cheryl.
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ReplyDeleteAs Chez knows, and those who read my blog know, my mum head a heart attack on Monday night (she's okay now) and one thing I did think while she was in surgery was how good it was that the four men in her life were all there waiting... waiting... but more importantly, if the worst thing happened and she died, none of us would regret not saying 'I love you' enough. We all tell mum and dad all the time, and Monday night reiterated how important it is to do that.