Thursday, December 9, 2010

It's been a tough year..

For those that follow my blog, you all know I lost my father back in August. Then my mom collapsed at his memorial. Well, I lost my mom just a week before Thanksgiving, only 3 months after my dad. I guess, after 64 years of marriage, she didn't want to live alone. Her health just never really came back after her collapse. So here is a small tribute to some great parents. I loved them and will miss them.
Some have wondered where I get my adventurous spirit, but I know. It was from my parents.
We started camping when I was only 6 years old. They always encouraged me to try new things and to live life to the fullest. I can remember my parents playing cards and dominos with their friends and all of us kids having our own party while the parents danced away in the other room. After my dad had been medically retired in his 50s, he bought his first motorcycle and he and my mom joined a motorcycle club. (It was a club my late husband and I introduced them to) I even remember a great costume party we all attended one year for Halloween. And there are many more memories just like these. The way they loved to entertain, to take people out on the lake fishing, and how they enjoyed going out with their friends. And especially the last 15 years, how they enjoyed their friends and activities at their local church.
My mom and dad several years ago.

My mom and myself just a few weeks before her death.


3 comments:

Barbara and Ron said...

What a nice tribute! Surely a parent can do no better than to encourage their child to try new things. It sounds like they were very special and you were lucky to have them (and vise versa.)

Ginger said...

Hello, Ladynomad. My first visit to your blog. I'm so sorry about your parents. No matter how old we are (my father died when I was 21 and my mom died when I was 48), it still feels like we're orphans, I think. Following my father's death, it took years, maybe well into the second decade, before I could talk about him without breaking down. With Mom, it only took about 18 month. This isn't a testament to how much I loved each of them, but instead, I believe, how much I witnessed. I was with Mom every day for a full year before she died, caring for her, watching and participating in her transition from life to death. I believe this had tremendous healing power for me.

I wish you peace this Christmas season and in the new year. I can't wait to read about your adventures on the road.

SHARON said...

Thank you for sharing the tribute t your parents. It was so lovely.