Today I had a flood of memories which all made my heart smile. Of course there were some tears but mainly smiles. I took a ride with the girls hoping that Caroline would take a nap. There was some serious whining going on at home and I was beginning to feel like I may burst. So, I packed everyone in the car, put on some relaxing music and whamo within 5 minutes - Sweet Silence!
We drove to Patriots Point in Charleston. It is the home to the USS Yorktown, an aircraft carrier that has Naval and Maritime ships and a museum. I have not been there for probably 7 years. It brought me back to the day I was there with my Dad. I could picture what we were wearing and what we did that day. It was such a vivid memory I felt as if he was sitting right next to me reliving it all. I loved that feeling and long for it on so many days. I really believe in these magical moments. I believe we have them to help us keep memories alive. Sometimes they happen while I sleep. I will dream of my Mom or Dad as if they are right there for me to touch.
My Dad passed away almost 4 years ago. He died two days after my sweet daughter Caroline was born. It was completely surreal. I was recovering from childbirth and had just gotten home from the hospital. Most of the day is a blur, but I remember getting out of the shower and the phone rang. It was my Dad's next door neighbor. I didn't want to assume it was bad news, but I had this awlful feeling in my stomach. Why else would my Dad's neighbor be calling me? Then I heard the most dreadful words for the second time in 18 months. I had lost my Dad. I began to scream and cry until I couldn't stand. My husband came running in and he knew without me saying a word. My whole life changed that morning.
Yes, it has been almost 4 years but time doesn't always heal the pain that grief brings. I have learned this from losing both of my parents. I think when you experience a tragic event yet you have so many other things happening in your life; you learn to accept and try to live the best way you know how. At least this is what I feel has happened. I had a two day old baby, a three year old and didnt have a clue how to handle any of it. It took me a very long time to get myself back into a place where I could remember and not be so darn sad. Even though my parents' lives were short, we have so many memories. Memories that now I share with my children so that they can know and remember their MomMom and PopPop.
So, today I felt like I stepped back in time and shared a nice day sight seeing with my Dad. A memory that I will cherish forever.
Perhaps they are not stars in the sky, but rather openings where our loved ones shine down to let us know they are happy. ~ Eskimo Legend
Hi I'm Jen, married to my best friend for 15 1/2 years and a Mom to 3 beautiful, energetic girls. This blog is about life, learning to live with Grace and Girls Raised In The South (GRITS). Thanks for spending some time in my small part of the world! I hope you find a story you can relate to and you'll want to come back!
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