Greetings..
This post is hard to write but I feel I need to get it out.
My Mother passed away suddenly on January 28th 2011. We were not expecting it. She had not been ill. She had a massive heart attack around 3:30 in the afternoon on that Friday. Needless to say I was devastated. My Mom was my best friend and my biggest supporter. I love her so much and I miss her every single day! I felt I had finally come to terms with her passing. What else could I do? I can't change anything, I can't bring her back, I can't go back to Christmas of 2010 and spend more time with her. I can't call her on the phone just to say hello. I will never again hear her say on my voicemail. "this is your mother".. as if I didn't recognize her voice. I have begun to accept it.
The Sunday before Thanksgiving this year, 2012, I had been visiting my dad and my daughter. I was loaded up and ready to make the 2 hour drive home when my dad called me. He needed to talk to me in person and it seemed urgent. Instead of heading on home I turned and went to see my dad. When I arrived he was sitting on the bumper of his car smiling and twiddling his thumbs. He got in the van with me and I asked him what was wrong. He said he needed me to take him to town. I thought he was sick or hurting or something. So I said ok but what's wrong. He proceeded to tell me that the night before he was getting ice cream out of a container and his scoop broke. I thought maybe he had hurt his hand when that happened. Dad was 76 and he didn't move around real good. I said ok and again asked what is wrong? He said in a very serious tone.. 'I need you to take me to Wal-Mart so I can get a new ice cream scooper." I smiled and giggled and said "ok daddy... let's go get you a scooper". That was the last time my daddy will ever be in a vehicle with me. We all gathered for Thanksgiving dinner and had a wonderful time with him. The day after Thanksgiving Daddy sent us off to buy his Christmas gifts for everyone. While we were out we received a call that there was a fire at his house. We rushed home and when we arrive it was too late. My daddy had been burning leaves and he caught hisself on fire. He couldn't get away from it. We buried my daddy last Thursday.
I know I grieve for myself not for them. They are with God in Heaven and are having a joyous reunion. I can imagine my Mom drinking iced tea while my Daddy plays Spanish Eyes on the steel guitar. They are both smiling and unburdened of the pressures of this world. I love them both so much and one day I will see them again!
Mom... Dad... I love you both, I miss you so very much. Thank you for loving me.
~ Sharon
