A bit overcome with nostalgia this morning. I was watching someone’s tribute to WWII veterans, who are passing on at a rapid rate now. It made me think of my Father and my Mother. My Father was a quiet, unassuming man, my Mom the more animated one of the duo. Their life’s journey and all they had endured was not lost on me as a youth: early life abuses and hardship, the Depression, the war (WWII) and their partnership through the years of combat, distance and waiting, later their building a life together pay check to pay check. But, I only knew what I knew from brief overheard conversations with others.
Through all those years, I never once sat down and talked to my Father about his thoughts, feelings or memories of those years away and what he saw, what he felt. And, he didn’t offer it up…he had just gone on with his life. Now, as an older man, I think I recognize that my Father had his demons. It reaffirms my admonition, once again, establish the connection with your parent. Awkward at first perhaps…but more awkward than the lost opportunities to discover?
5000 Posts….I have been posting along since 2008. But why? It does challenge one to be honest. Self satisfaction/ego…yes. I am here and a few souls of great compassion care enough to reaffirm I matter, if even in a moment…a photo. Self fulfillment: yes. I share me, my experiences, my heart, my understanding, my emotions…being ever mindful that in any given moment others are surviving, struggling, holding onto life, finding themselves, clawing back to the edge…..what an absolutely life affirming journey this is. Maybe we take it for granted with a cursory ‘I am a sensitive soul…yes I am’….but we all know that a real, to your knees moment awaits us all or has had us there before. We understand fragility, harshness, darkness. Thank you for letting me offer this little blurb about me…I am cognizant this weekend is truly about others that gave and perished. I squeezed this in on an ebb of compassion…thank you!