Today is a special day. This is the day my parents were married in Tyler, Texas in 1965. My mom wore a beautiful dress of ivory brocade that she made herself. My dad was most handsome that day! My sisters and I have had wonderful role models thru our life on how to have a loving relationship. Thank you, to my mom and dad, for the lesson and love that the two of you taught us. Happy Anniversary!
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you taught us hopw to Love with all our hearts......
thank you.....lara
It IS a special day. Even with the pain-- It's strange, isn't it-- when after things happen that somehow try to take away the "specialness" of days, love reclaims it, and makes it real.
Thank you for reminding me of the specialness of this day. The day that founded our family, and the day that made it possible for us to have you girls! We learned love from each other, but also from YOU!
Love grows as it is given away. Throughout the years Daddy and I tried to "out-give" each other I think. I miss that exchange of love for love's sake. But, I still HAVE the LOVE! That cannot be killed, or taken away..it simply IS.
I'm so thankful that each of you love as you do, and that you remember how much we, Daddy and I love you. For we always will.
This time 45 years ago, I was bustling around in the basement of the church with Ida Merle, trying to act relaxed...then at 7:30 when our wedding began, my hands were ice cold and shaking. I couldn't believe that your Daddy would/could love me!! I couldn't believe that all my dreams were coming true.... they did.
And then we received blessing after blessing when we received our Kara, our Lara, and our Mara. How perfect!.....that is LOVE.
and it is forever, Mommaxoxoxoxox
Thank you for posting the beautiful photo of our little stones of love!! And thank you again for this Wonderful tribute to your wonderful father.
I love you and your sisters with more than my heart...with all of me!! xoxoMommaxoxo
C. S. Lewis described my grief so well in his book A Grief Observed. He wrote this after his beloved wife died. Here are his thoughts, yet mine too (you will see the similarities):
". . .Two circles that touched. But those two circles, above all the point at which they touched, are the very thing I am mourning for, homesick for, famished for. You tell me, 'she goes on.' But my heart and body are crying out come back, come back. Be a circle, touching my circle on the plane of Nature. But I know this is impossible. I know that the thing I want is exactly the thing I can never get. The old life, the jokes, the drinks, the arguments, the lovemaking, the tiny, heartbreaking commonplace. On any view whatever, to say, 'H. is dead,' is to say, "All that is gone.' It is a part of the past. And the past is the past and that is what time means, and time itself is one more name for death, and Heaven itself is a state where 'the former things have passed away.'
...I will always love you, Honey.
Sandy ...after almost 15 months.
I miss you so much today. Nothing is the same without you. The two saddest words of all are 'without you.' What can be done for a broken heart, or even more to the point a heart that was cut in half? Time doesn' heal. Prayer helps, but I'm even having trouble with my prayer. All I can think of is you, my forever love. There is nothing more real to me now than those words:without you. I love you, Sandy
Kara,
I can sympathize and empathize with your family, and I watch your mother and communicate with her on FB. She might have told you about me...my name is Tammi Branch, and my son, Eric Branch, was also killed by a drunk driver in January 2009. Our sentencing is next week, as our defendant chose to plea to the mercy of the court. No jury for us, just the same judge that your family had.
This is a beautiful tribute to your father. I can only hope that, one day, I can do this for Eric also. If there is anything you need, or that I can help you with, please do not hesitate to let me know.
I am missing you deeply today, Honey. Not sure why--it isn't an anniversary, or any special day. It is just that I miss you most in the chronic ordinariness of life. You are not here. . . We are not together as we are meant to be.
Everything in the world is beautiful, the sky is full of sunlight, the earth breaks-forth in flowers; yet a great dark emptiness within my heart suffocates Spring... Today is like all others in this eternal November..I am missing you, and as always I love you with all that I am, Sandy
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