My mother died in Janruary 2001, and my father died in October 2008. Both parents were creative even though they grew up in an era when creativity was not reviered. My father was a gardner, and my mother loved to cook and could do needle point. Both of my parents had faults, but then so do I.
I loved my parents more than I can express in words. Both meet terrible and some might say unfair deaths. Mom died of Alzheimer's disease. My father who was a hard driven sales-man learned to take care of my mother with incredible patience and love. I don't remember if I ever told him how much I respected him and loved him for the way that he cared for her.
Then dad started getting sick. Caring for his wife was a very stressful thing, and he did everything he could to protect her from being humiliated and kept her at home way longer than he could handle her. I am certain she would have tried to do the same thing for him.
Helping to care for my parents, in 2008, I had a major seziure that almost took my life. I selfishly remember thinking at the time, this is the first time in my life anyone has ever taken care of me. Since that time, I have been protective of my boundaries. I have also had to deal with a lot of anger issues.
This posting is a way to help me, and maybe others, heal with feelings of resentment and anger and pride.
Blessings on your journey.
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