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
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
