Anniversaries - bah
Today is, unbelievably, 17 years since my father died. My parents were divorced when I was just 1 year old. I hadn't had any contact with him since I was a freshman in High School - until a year before he died. His death was very sudden and unexpected. I'm very thankful for the year I had with him to try and repair some of the damage done over the years. I really hope he went to heaven. I hope he and my mother have seen each other up there and are friends. That would be so nice.
Thoughts from others
(((hug)))
Posted by: Debbie | August 17, 2005 7:59 PM
I still believe that having certain parental issues growing up gives you a lifelong unstable and unsecure feeling. Maybe that feeling can be overcome later with a good marriage, children or whatever. I don't have either of those and I always feel like someone can pull the rug out from under me at any time.
Um, or maybe it's just me. ;)
(BTW, my blog link has changed)
Posted by: Drunken Lagomorph
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August 18, 2005 11:14 AM
I can hear my parents at times. I am late for work and drop my purse and things go flying, and I can here my mom saying "Bill now stop that! She is late for work!" And I can hear my did giggling. Well not really, but I do imagine things like that!
Posted by: Phyllis
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August 21, 2005 12:55 AM