Last night as I brushed my teeth, I was reminded of something my Dad told me recently.
He said, "it's funny because it's the little things that make him miss Mom the most".
I thought about all the little things my own Hubby does, that drive me crazy. And the things I do that drive him "nuts" as well. One day, we will miss that.
My Dad is doing amazingly well since my Mom died. He still blames himself. He knows he was a "burden" and his demanding needs wore her down. No matter how hard I try to explain it wasn't his fault, I can't change what he feels.
It's funny, Because he can't convince me either that I wasn't to blame. Mom and I had a strained relationship to say the least. I do not blame her for that. Her illness, her mental state, is to blame. She was sick, and did not mean the things she did. Still I wonder if only I had done more, forced my presence into their lives, could I have changed the outcome? Could I have made their lives more comfortable, less stressful? Could I have convinced her to make different choices? Could I have given her what she needed?
I realize I can't change what happened. And I can not put myself through the should of, could of, would of's. Still, no matter how hard I try, I feel the pain of maybe I did not do enough. I am a strong Christian believer that accepts, only God knows the day, hour, and minute, of our deaths. Our plan is in His hands and no matter what, we must find acceptance of what He has planned for our lives.
As I struggle to move forward and grieve her death, I also have been Blessed to have a second chance with my Father. He has been put in my hands and I have showed him what I am capable of. He is thrilled with how things are going. He is healthier than he has been in years. He is laughing again, and I think he actually is enjoying life again. He does miss Mom. But he and I are getting through this together and in the process getting very close as we once were many years ago. I am proud of him, and I believe he is proud of me.
One thing I have learned through my Mom's death, is not to take the little things for granted. For these things are grander than we know.
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