02-02-2009, 04:52 PM
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I am writing this memorial about two very special people, my mom and dad. I was always very close to both of them. You might say I was a momma’s girl. We always did everything together. When I started my first job and I received my first paycheck I immediately took my mother out for dinner. My father always liked the both of us to do things together. We would sometimes go shopping and when the morning came around we would enjoy having coffee with long conversations about nothing. I lived with them most of my life. When I got married in 1990 my husband and I lived on the same block as my parents. Every day when I was finished with my chores I would walk to their house and spend most of the day with them. Then when my husband would come home from work we would have dinner with them. My mother became sick shortly after I got married and I was forced to quit my job. My husband is a very loving person and he thought I should be home with my mother. My mother became sick a lot through the years but miraculously would pull through. My husband and I had three apartments over the years, but I was never far from the nest. They were everything to me. In 2001 my parents sold their house and helped us buy our first home. They moved in with us and lived upstairs in a separate apartment. They were always there for us and we were always there for them. We had our ups and downs like any family, but when it comes to your loved ones all is eventually forgiven. When my mother became ill the last time, my husband and I practically lived at the hospital. She started to recuperate and was doing very well. The last time we were able to communicate with each other at the hospital we were talking and laughing with promises that she would soon be coming home. The last thing she said before I left was I love you and I’ll see you tomorrow. During the night we received that dreaded call. She had a stroke and from then on I would never hear her beautiful voice again. The following week I was at the hospital day and night forever holding her hand and knew that she could hear my voice. My mother passed away at 7:30am on August 30, 2006. She was 88 years old. When people would say that she lived a good life and I was so lucky to have had her so long, it was something that I didn’t want to hear. It was like a dream. I could not believe that she was gone. For two years I was devastated. I grieved so much for her. There were times when I just wanted to run away. But you can’t run away from yourself. You have to believe they are in a better place and always with you. She will always live on in my heart. There are beautiful memories that only she and I shared. I never realized how much my father missed her. He tried so hard for two years to make a life for himself. Even though he lived with us there was a part of him that was so alone, and my husband and I could not fill that void. He became ill the beginning of this year and started to fail about four months ago. He stayed home with us under the care of hospice. Even though he was sick I enjoyed having him downstairs with us. My father and I became so close over the last two months. We shared moments together that I will always keep close to my heart. The day that I lost him he had gone into a coma. I would speak to him because I knew that he could hear me. He would tell me that when the time came for us to say goodbye I should know in my heart that he was truly happy and finally not in any pain. He passed away on November 1, 2008 at 11am. It’s been almost three months since my father left me. My heart aches so much for him. Sometimes I feel like the pain is too much for me to bear. When I am alone at home I call out his name and say to him I know you told me to be happy for you, that you are finally at peace, but that doesn’t mean I can’t miss you with all my being. Once again I find myself set back again in the days when I first lost my mother. I feel like an orphan. Lost without the both of them. It feels so strange not being able to ask their advice. I look forward to the time when the pain is less and I can look at their pictures without falling apart. The days ahead will be hard, but through the grace of God I have my wonderful husband.
I know someday we will see each other again but until then they will always be a part of me. I will continue in their footsteps. They were two very special people that I was fortunate to have as my parents. Until the day I can finally say hello, Safely Home Mom and Dad and God Bless!
I am writing this memorial about two very special people, my mom and dad. I was always very close to both of them. You might say I was a momma’s girl. We always did everything together. When I started my first job and I received my first paycheck I immediately took my mother out for dinner. My father always liked the both of us to do things together. We would sometimes go shopping and when the morning came around we would enjoy having coffee with long conversations about nothing. I lived with them most of my life. When I got married in 1990 my husband and I lived on the same block as my parents. Every day when I was finished with my chores I would walk to their house and spend most of the day with them. Then when my husband would come home from work we would have dinner with them. My mother became sick shortly after I got married and I was forced to quit my job. My husband is a very loving person and he thought I should be home with my mother. My mother became sick a lot through the years but miraculously would pull through. My husband and I had three apartments over the years, but I was never far from the nest. They were everything to me. In 2001 my parents sold their house and helped us buy our first home. They moved in with us and lived upstairs in a separate apartment. They were always there for us and we were always there for them. We had our ups and downs like any family, but when it comes to your loved ones all is eventually forgiven. When my mother became ill the last time, my husband and I practically lived at the hospital. She started to recuperate and was doing very well. The last time we were able to communicate with each other at the hospital we were talking and laughing with promises that she would soon be coming home. The last thing she said before I left was I love you and I’ll see you tomorrow. During the night we received that dreaded call. She had a stroke and from then on I would never hear her beautiful voice again. The following week I was at the hospital day and night forever holding her hand and knew that she could hear my voice. My mother passed away at 7:30am on August 30, 2006. She was 88 years old. When people would say that she lived a good life and I was so lucky to have had her so long, it was something that I didn’t want to hear. It was like a dream. I could not believe that she was gone. For two years I was devastated. I grieved so much for her. There were times when I just wanted to run away. But you can’t run away from yourself. You have to believe they are in a better place and always with you. She will always live on in my heart. There are beautiful memories that only she and I shared. I never realized how much my father missed her. He tried so hard for two years to make a life for himself. Even though he lived with us there was a part of him that was so alone, and my husband and I could not fill that void. He became ill the beginning of this year and started to fail about four months ago. He stayed home with us under the care of hospice. Even though he was sick I enjoyed having him downstairs with us. My father and I became so close over the last two months. We shared moments together that I will always keep close to my heart. The day that I lost him he had gone into a coma. I would speak to him because I knew that he could hear me. He would tell me that when the time came for us to say goodbye I should know in my heart that he was truly happy and finally not in any pain. He passed away on November 1, 2008 at 11am. It’s been almost three months since my father left me. My heart aches so much for him. Sometimes I feel like the pain is too much for me to bear. When I am alone at home I call out his name and say to him I know you told me to be happy for you, that you are finally at peace, but that doesn’t mean I can’t miss you with all my being. Once again I find myself set back again in the days when I first lost my mother. I feel like an orphan. Lost without the both of them. It feels so strange not being able to ask their advice. I look forward to the time when the pain is less and I can look at their pictures without falling apart. The days ahead will be hard, but through the grace of God I have my wonderful husband.
I know someday we will see each other again but until then they will always be a part of me. I will continue in their footsteps. They were two very special people that I was fortunate to have as my parents. Until the day I can finally say hello, Safely Home Mom and Dad and God Bless!