Oh my, How heartbreaking to be saddled with that rersponsibility. \ I don't know I could have Honoured that in respect to Mom. Just for me, She would have deserved to know. I klnow I would have told my Dad that, unless Mom were Terminal herself. Even then it would have been hard.
So true. Even now, it "Bites". Perhaps not finding closure on some matters of the Heart, is a way to keep us appreciative and searching by keeping our Hearts soft. I don't know.
My Heart to you and yours, Besat, and to all whom still long to hear the loved voices or feel their touch it is not going to be easy but in time, the best memories stand out.
I have a GF whom told me once as embarrassing as it is, it is still nice to know when the chips are falling down badly, that I'm still Daddy's Little Girl.
I was happy for her, but at the same time, sad b/c I would never know that. I found out how wrong I was in this. My Ex Fiance and I had bought a Van. We had all brakes and new tires put on it before we used it.
I used it to deliver newspapers the first night we had it. I had been along a Rural Route doing 65 MPH the speed limit, here. Suddenly there was a wheel in the air. I thought that is large for a Plane.
It was my thought that it fell off of a plane.
The next hing I knew the Van suddenly fell down and was sliding.
Human instinct is to slam on the brakes and twist the steering wheel to get off the road.
I heard my Dad Say " NO!!!!" "Cj, tap the brakes. Slowly inch the Wheel or you will flip the Van." I felt His hands on my shoulders sqeeszing reassuringly, and saying "Easy, Cj, easy, not so fast" Gently, now Gently. Then He hugged me when I came to a stop and said "Good job".
I found out that day that even thought Da is gone, I am still one of Daddy's Little Girls.
To any whom doubt, that is fine. I KNOW my Da was with me that night.
I had Two other excursions, one where I had to learn and tutor the Trombone, (at the sametime), at my Band Director's Request.
One where due to a farm accident when I was a Senior, I almost lost a finger and had to be Faking it in Marching Band with a Beautiful Silver Trumpet, I could not play b/c of being Deaf rather than my Beloved Tenor Sax.
My Band director knew me too well. He pulled my Sax out of my hand and the on in the Sling and pushed the Trumpet into them. He told me I KNOW you wont fake it on the Tenor you WILL NOT lose that finger on my watch. . .
barely two weeks later, I did try and Practice on my Tenor and pulled all the Stiches out. . .
another Teacher noticed I was bleeding more and sent me to the Nurse who opened up the bandages went Fairy Fiddlesticks!!!! and rushed me back to the hospital and called my Mom. . .
Having to be resewn then explain to Mom. . .well, lets just say was not good.
I wish Mom and Dad were here in life now. Could sure use them and thier excellent advice
Umm, you do have a point. But it could have been the start where he sent us Manna instead of later.
But, IMHO, he had to make us last or we would have been getting in the way and giving Him unsolicted advice on how to do things. Or asking Why? just like the little kids we can all be from time to time.
Oh. my. .Um I guess i'd better pick up JD's left behinf Flack jackets, etc. (I do get a um weird, yet logical opionion from time to time.)
RE: How do you cope?
Very True. I feel the same. Excellent Advice, Dru.