Memories – A Window to the Past

This will be a bit heavy tonight folks – so apologies.

Today would have been my mothers – uhhhh- somethingish birthday – I am really bad with numbers.

My sister had a stressful day attending a funeral and I am sure that it brought up a lot of bad memories and feelings.

So we posted on the FB and wow – do we have family and friends supporters.

My dear cousin then started to reminisce about our summers in purgatory – or so I thought at that time in my life -of being shuttled off to my Grandparents in the sticks outside of Quebec City. Little did I know that I would long for for that simplicity again.

It’s funny how a series of posts can conjure up memories that you have forgotten.

My family both immediate and extended is quite large and we spent a lot of time together as children. Mostly at my grandparents.

My cousin posted a series of memories she had while there that brought on a flood of memories that I had and so on and so on and so on.

I have cousins that I have not seen in years – and some I see quite frequently – I try and keep in touch with my sisters and brother as often as possible but we all get busy and life gets in the way at times.

As I write of the memories and the sadness I feel at the loss of both parents – my dear friend posted the following – and I quote…

“You know that’s how we remain immortal – its very special. I hope that when I am gone I will continue to agitate, aggravate, inspire and hopefully fill up my kids with never ending love” – end quote.

I shall add to this – to fill up my family and – near and far and friends both met and have never met with never ending love.

I and my family were fortunate to have our parents as long as we did and I would not be the woman I am now without their support which I never accepted as a youth – their love which I miss dearly and daily and their wisdom – even though at the time I thought they were full of shit.

I was a less than obedient child. Regretfully I was not nice to my parents at times and challenged them. It caused a rift and my stupidity and pride got in the way – however I was fortunate enough to realise my stupidity and made peace. My father worshipped my children and my mother was my rock in tough times.

My parents values and what they taught me has been instilled in me and I have instilled these values in my children.

I would not be the parent I am now without their guidance.

Would I do it differently if I could whisk myself back to that time and actually listen to them because they were right?? Nope  – wouldn’t be where I am now if I could.

So – I cherish their memory and their faces in photos and know that they did right by all of us with the little they had and am proud to bear the name I bear because of them.

Memories are a window to the past and shape the future of our lives and those who we love.

I love my family – I love my friends and when they suffer the loss I will be there for them as they have been for me.

Thank you all and much love.