Today is Elvis’s birthday. Somewhere, on some news channel, you will probably hear that today. He still lives in the hearts of those that loved him and he will never be forgotten. There is another very important person who was born on this day as well….my mother. She died in 1998, five years after my dear father had passed. I miss them both so much. January 8th is not only her birthday, but my parents anniversary. My father died one year before their 50th wedding anniversary. He had always promised my mother a diamond ring and she waited and waited….she was a patient woman. The year of their 49th anniversary he had told her that she would get it on their fiftieth. Well….of course that never happened but she never gave it another thought. His love and devotion was enough for her. I feel very blessed and grateful to have had them for my parents. They gave me many gifts….the gift of music….a sense of humor….a love for life. Still to this day, when something happens in my life that I think is significant, my first thought is to run to the phone and call them! I guess that never goes away and my love for them never will either.
They were both glad to be alive when here most of the time. I read a book quite often called “Simple Abundance” by Sarah Ban Breathnach. It is a daily journal of living and many more things. Part of today’s writing says….Every morning when we wake up, we’ve been given a wonderful gift….another day of life…so let’s make the most of it. Happiness is not a possession to be prized, it is a quality of thought, a state of mind. Adopt a new state of mind about happiness. Let’s stop thinking that things outside our control will bring us happiness.
I think I will try doing that today. Happy birthday mom and happy anniversary mom and dad…..your loving daughter.
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4 comments:
Your mother and father where good kind people. I am sure that they are at peace and are keeping an eye on you threw spirit and have had a hand in the building of your caricature even after their leaving this life. Keep up the good work! D.V.
We must never forget our parents why it seems like only yesterday my mother said to me " change your shirt and wash behind your ears" and so many other things. Yes parents are important in who we become and you put it so nicely in words.
... Your writing is like hearing wind-chimes in the far off distance. Whether one has grown up with mother's 'tree-music boxes' or not, their sound triggers memories that are a mixture of sweet times past from the honey of loving parents or from a special aunt who loved to sing or have us dance the hula on very cold or very lean days just before tea time.
... This is what the chimes of your writing stirs up and it's grand.
You have a natural writing style, a rhythm, movement and lilt. Your writing has sound. Wind chime sounds.
The Grape Lady ...
Good pictures.
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