Returning to the blog.
Wow it has been almost 2 years since I even looked at this. So, I
guess I’m going on 2 years as being an orphan as well. The Holidays have
passed, a bit easier than last year but still not the same. Especially
Thanksgiving, that is a tough one, Halloween, they loved to dress up and go to Halloween parties. The 4th of July, Mom loved the 4th –
Parades, Family, Fireworks what could be better.
guess I’m going on 2 years as being an orphan as well. The Holidays have
passed, a bit easier than last year but still not the same. Especially
Thanksgiving, that is a tough one, Halloween, they loved to dress up and go to Halloween parties. The 4th of July, Mom loved the 4th –
Parades, Family, Fireworks what could be better.
When I stop to think about the last 4 years, it all seems sooverwhelming. The loss of a Parent is tough but to lose both in just 2 years
and find yourself suddenly orphaned is life altering. The entire family
dynamics change. In addition to my Parent’s our family has also lost Aunts and
Uncles, we only have 1 Uncle left. What was once a plethora of Aunts and
Uncles now is limited to just 1. I do try to keep it in perspective, I am a
grown woman with a husband, a grown child and grandchildren. It is the natural
progression that you parents pass away and you become the elder of the family.
Elder, so weird, I don’t even adult well so me being the elder is
laughable. I can’t even imagine how a younger person deals with this, my
parents both lost their parents when they were young. My Mother lost her Father
when she was a teen and her Mother when she was in her 30’s. My Dad was in his
early 20’s when he lost his Father and 30’s when he lost his Mother. I can’t
help but think that altered them somehow. Then of course I know people who have
lost both parents when they were children, so I do feel blessed that my parents
were around until I was in my 50’s.
I like talking about them, looking at their pictures, rememberingthe stories. I am trying to find a way to keep them around in memory. I
don’t want my Grandchildren to forget them, they were to special. I need to
start writing down the stories, the stories that make our family our family.
You know not only who, what and where’s but the stories that show the
personalities. They were larger than life. I try and somehow the words just
don’t do them justice but I need to do it so they are recorded for future
generations. I obsess about remembering the stories, that is what I do, I guess
that is why Mom called me the keeper or the papers. Somewhere is a past
life I must have been a story teller or maybe that is what I yearn to be. Those
that know me know I always have a story, and those that know me often wish I
would just shut up for once, seriously. I guess I know where my Granddaughter
Chloe gets it from, well I for one hope she never loses that. I try to share
the stories with Chloe, but for the moment, she really only cares about her own
stories.
I have my Grandmother’s old postcards, and the ones I love the
most are not the ones she collected that are blank but the ones that were sent
either from her or to her because they capture the personality of the person in
about 5 lines. Wish you were here, we had the best beer at this restaurant.
Wish you were here, caught the biggest fish. I guess some would look at them
and say it is a postcard, but when I read them I imagine the person in my head
and those 5 lives give be a small glimpse of them. You can tell the ones that
were real cards, the ones that were way to serious, the ones that loved beer
and those that just loved the adventure. Even the card they sent tells about
them, the ones that loved off colored jokes always pick that type of post card
to send. See there I go, a story about postcards.
most are not the ones she collected that are blank but the ones that were sent
either from her or to her because they capture the personality of the person in
about 5 lines. Wish you were here, we had the best beer at this restaurant.
Wish you were here, caught the biggest fish. I guess some would look at them
and say it is a postcard, but when I read them I imagine the person in my head
and those 5 lives give be a small glimpse of them. You can tell the ones that
were real cards, the ones that were way to serious, the ones that loved beer
and those that just loved the adventure. Even the card they sent tells about
them, the ones that loved off colored jokes always pick that type of post card
to send. See there I go, a story about postcards.
Well 2019 is just around the corner. I am going to really make aneffort to write down the stories. I am also going to work on making new
stories.
Happy New Year to all, make it the best year ever.
Just An Ohio Girl 
Theresa, I just found this and Love it! So well spoken and I love the pictures of our parents. I felt the same way after losing mom and dad so close together, as though I had lost my path. You are correct…. They seemed larger than life!
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I don't know why it posted as unknown. This is your cousin Lori.
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