1962 Revisited
Sunday, 5. July 2009, 21:44:44
That is not easy. It isn't. Somebody once said that these sort of things are like having grey-haired children. The first time you have to tell your parent what to do, as if she was a very young child, is really disturbing.
But the human mind is very adaptive - and since we all realize that we have to do such things in order to give her the best of possibilities, we grow with the task and do what we are supposed to do.
The good thing is, that she's happy about being where she is. The staff is really good - loving and caring people in a professional way, and now we siblings can rest assured that our mother is in good hands. What we have to do now is to be the best children in the world for her. And we are - and she is the best mother anyone could wish for. A nice, little old lady with white hair and a wrinkled face reminding me of a sweet winter-apple.
My love and affection for my parents is unlimited. I have had a good home as a child and even as adult, I have felt my parents' kind attention following me where ever I went and whatever crazy ideas I came up with. Supportive, forgiving and understanding parents - that's what they were.
My dad died from cancer in 1997, and I still miss him. I miss calling him on the phone whenever something important happens to me. Just to discuss the matter and feel his attention. I have previously mentioned him on this weblog, our relation was what a father/son relation is supposed to be - in my opinion.
This photo was taken in 1962 - when I was two years old. My mum and dad - and my humble self in the middle. That is how I remember my childhood.
Thank God for photography.



