Sixty-one years ago today, my parents were married. Sadly, unfairly Dad passed away 19 years ago. But on this bittersweet day, Mom was laughing and reminiscing. Not too much reminiscing, because she was quite busy helping her newly engaged granddaughter, Carrie, make plans for her upcoming wedding to Al. Sweet and fitting don’t you think?
Puts me in mind of Ecclesiastes Chapter 3:1-8; a time to mourn and a time to dance...
Friday, August 10, 2007
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The day after my father passed away, I was stood in the back garden of their home (my parents) with one of my sisters and my brother. Keeping it together and discussing plans - we came to burial or cremation - then all three at once looked onto the birdbath that my father made and collapsed into laughter - the thing was hideous, it made the cenotaph in London look small, birds needed oxygen and rope to get onto it, and all three of us had the same idea at the same time - stick him there!
Shocking I know, but after that there were tears, but such strength of mutual love and laughter, it made everything seem so much more bearable.
We still laugh about it, and like you with your Father, I think we all miss him still, but thankfully we inherited enough of him ;o)
Oh Roo, what a wonderfully funny and touching story! Laughter is a very strong glue in our family as well. And it never ceases to amaze me how laughter helps keep us sane in a time of mourning.
I really like how you said: "thankfully we inherited enough of him". I think we can say the same of our Dad as well.
Thank you.
;o)
- Lee
My pleasure :o)
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