Back Home, and Full of Love

I have just come back from the holiday with Mum. I hadn’t been on holiday with her for over 25 years and yet since Dad died, I knew that I wanted to take her away on holiday. I wanted to create a special time, one when we could enjoy each others company and also knowing that times like these would be very special memories to look back upon.I come back knowing that special memories have been created, that I have had 14 wonderful days of being close to mum. When I left her, her eyes were full of tears…tears of joy, that meant the world to me. I always promised Dad that I would look after her in his absence…I will never let him down, I love him too much for that.Tonight I sit and wonder why is it, that is the death of one parent that makes you value the love of parents so much? They have always known and felt my love…it is just that well…in the past life got in the way of me spending quality time together with my parents. I have tears in my eyes for 2 reasons1) Remembering the tears in mum’s eyes and how much the holiday meant to us both2) Remembering Dad -why did I not the create more time to spend with him? I suppose that is the good and bad side of grief… 

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