Originally posted by furrowtickler
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There is a diminishing of the pain, but the sense of loss - not so much, even after 25 years. In those years since, I can't count how many times I wanted to pick up the phone and ask, or tell, my parents something.
And the strongest compulsion of all, after all these years of separation, is that I wish I could plunk our grandchildren onto my parents' laps and have them fuss over the lil rascals. I know they would just simply absorb these wee ones into their lives and pour into them.
At times that sense creates a literal ache inside...
So perhaps in light of that reality, I can resolve to be more of what my parents were to me.
But I guess you already said that, furrow...
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