#19 BE STILL MY HEART
This is post is number 19 in the marathon.
This is a beloved photograph. This is a beloved group. Ron and I were in our courtship stage at this time. Left to right, my dad, me, Ron and my mother. This is the only picture that exists of Ron and me with both of my parents. My dad died a few months after this picture was taken. Mother is gone now too. Sometimes pictures conjure up such memories so special and happy that they actually hurt. You know what I mean?
What a wonderful photo. Bittersweet memories, but still very precious.
ReplyDeleteThe love shows in this photo. I am so glad you have it.
ReplyDeleteDid anyone know that I was leaving comments on each of your comments on my posts?
ReplyDeleteI totally understand about photos and memories. When I go through old pictures it is a great time sharing those memories with the rest of the family.
ReplyDeleteI know what you mean. We have some like that and they alway make us wonder why we don't have more but now it's too late. I'm glad your Dad got to meet and get to know Ron a bit before he left to continue the journey.
ReplyDeleteYes, I'll be back for the follow up.
That photo is indeed a treasure. And I know exactly what you mean. I treasure the last studio portrait of my mom and dad so much - they looked so happy.
ReplyDeleteBonnie -- Does your family enjoy hearing all the memories? Sometimes I see my kid's eyes wander off and know they are thinking, "Here she goes again."
ReplyDeleteCliff -- My parents had been the support staff for me and my children the 26 years I was a single parent. I truly believe Dad found comfort at his passing in knowing that Ron would take over. Ron was so good through dad's illness and when dad died he stood in the background helping in every way he could while the rest of us were so distraught. Then he adopted my mom as his own and the two of them had a special bond. Mother would tell people to be nice to her or she would have Ron shoot them. LOL
Lynn -- My mother was never the same after dad died. She was just waiting to join him and even though she lived 8 years longer, her cause of death was listed as a "failure to thrive". She had all her mental faculties and she remained our encourager but she was a person who always lived to help others and the inability to do that anymore was unbearable for her.
I do know what you mean....just knowing it can never be again is the hardest.
ReplyDeletePrecious memories, how they linger... Yes I've noticed and enjoy your follow-ups. I try to do the same thing, following your excellent example:)
ReplyDeleteyep- So many things are instant reminders for me that I get choked up alot- Especially in Nov n Feb nowadays.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lively group you are there!
What a beautiful memory. sandie
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