Life, Writing, Weirdness

Today would have been my parents’ 58^th wedding anniversary.

Would have been because we lost Mom a couple of months before their 56^th. We’re a bit more than two years on now, and I don’t know that I’ve properly grieved yet even as I’ve watched other people work through things. I know my father certainly hasn’t finished grieving and never will.

When it comes to it, I don’t know that I’ll ever actually finish, either, but there are times I’m not sure I’ve properly started yet. My mother was the rock of my childhood, and my childhood was the foundation of who I am today. We certainly didn’t see the world the same way. How could we? Raised in different times and different places and at least partly in different ways in a world that had grown and changed in the meantime. She had her own set of life experiences that were far different from mine.

But she was my mother and I never had any doubt that she loved me and would do anything she could for my peace and security. I hope I made it clear to her that the reverse was also true. I was fortunate to be with her at the very end.

Dad is still with us, and I hope he will be for some time yet. I hope I’ve managed to make clear to him how important he is in my life. I’ll keep trying, just in case. Today is a hard day, but how much harder for him?

Be well, everyone.