...October 4,1957. The Soviet Union launched Sputnik into earth orbit that day, but that is not the reason I remember it. I remember it for an entirely different reason.
If you type the word "Sputnik" in the box at the top left of my blog and then click on the little magnifying glass, you will see several posts that explain why that day was a significant day in my life.
You must have loved your mother very much and of course the hand that little Robert Brague is holding in the black and white sidebar picture is your mother's hand. Perhaps she is still holding it now.
ReplyDeleteNeil, thank you for your very kind thought. My belief is that we will be reunited someday, but no, she is not holding my hand just now. Someone Else is.
ReplyDeleteMy heart breaks for that young man.
ReplyDeleteLinda, that young man is an old man now who appreciates your kind words.
DeleteI am sorry. It is hard to lose our parents, but we have the hope we will see them again someday...joy cometh in the morning.
ReplyDeleteKathy, I have that hope and I look forward to that joy. It still surprises me after so many years that the grief and sense of loss are so strong. I have not had not the “closure” that many others experience, perhaps because I was young when she died.
DeleteYour mother was a beautiful woman. From what you say the beauty was also inside. Obviously she loved you so much. I can't remember the date that either of my parents died. I know that Daddy died on Good Friday which changes every year. I think we block things that we can;t deal with. After all these years you still mourn. I wish you peace.
ReplyDeleteEmma, thank you. I am the one in our family who is good at remembering dates. Mrs. RWP is not. She knows her mother’s birthday but forgets her dad’s, nor does she realize it’s the anniversaries of their deaths unless I happen to mention it. It’s more common than you might think. It doesn’t lessen your love for the departed one in the least.
DeleteI am sorry to hear about the loss of your Mother. The sense of loss does stay with you. I was 36 when I lost my Mother to cancer and I still feel that loss. I cannot imagine losing a parent at the age you were at the time.
ReplyDeleteBonnie, thank you. Some things we never get over. I was also fairly young, 25, when my dad died.
DeleteAge 47. I've known others - 36, 49, 39, 31 .... half a life, or less.
ReplyDeleteTasker, a century or two ago, before the advances achieved in modern medicine, those were normal life expectancies.
DeleteIt was far too young, for both you and your Mom.
ReplyDeleteYour comments about remembering dates resonate with me. I mostly remember dates but not always and I have never once visited a grave. I just don't care about that kind of thing, not that I dont cherish the memories of people, I just dont see any point in visiting a location like that. I wonder if that will change when my parents die.
The promise of reunion is something to look forward to
kylie, whenever I go back to Texas (I haven’t been back in 15 years now), I try to visit my parents’ graves, which are 30 miles apart because my dad is buried with my stepmother”s family. I wouldn’t say I feel any “closer” to them at those places, but they are the locations where their earthly remains were placed.
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