So the other day I went to my Mom's house to look at a few things I wanted to keep as she is cleaning out the basement of some old furniture and stuff. Alot of it was my Dad's, some of it mine. Needless to say it brought back alot of memories.
I was doing ok, even when I found some old pictures and some of his hankies in one of his old coats. He was a *very* sentimental man, hence the pics and hankies to go along with the crying that he did frequently. (I ended up with that trait, btw.) But when I found a fireman's figurine of his that played music, I turned the key, heard the song "Wind Beneath My Wings", and completely lost it.
It's amazing just how much I hold in at times and it's kinda scary when it all comes flooding out, because you just don't realize how many memories are stored in a tiny little brain that are triggered by a few music notes or even smells. The basement still smells like him btw, which is where he spent alot of time. And I didn't realize all the things I did with him until now. Painting the house, inside and out. Gardening every year. Raking up the leaves in the fall; putting them into those pumpkin printed bags. Helping to clean up the garage. Cleaning the cars in the driveway. Carving pumpkins for Halloween, helping cook Thanksgiving dinner, & decorating the Christmas tree... so many things...
But when I get sad about not being able to do all that again, I try and remember that he's now spending time with all those who've gone before him. His parents, his friends, his relatives, and isn't in pain anymore and doesn't have to deal with the daily life junk anymore...
And that one day I'll see him again and everyone else too...
No comments:
Post a Comment