Memories

Memories of my mother when she was happy with my dad are beautiful. Even though she wishes to deny that she caused us pain, she did and I find the most healing in not wallowing in the last 3 months of pain but in remembering the 26 years of good. My favorite way to remember my mother is laughing, laughing at my dad. My dad is hilarious and extremely entertaining when he’s at best. She loved him, he could always make her or Ashley (and I for that matter), laugh until our sides hurt or someone spewed their beverage across the room. I wanted to be specific with my memories but since I'm not a great story teller, they sounded hallow. Simply said, nearly all my childhood memories are very good.

Blessed are my Father and Mother, for they were wonderful, Godly parents.

The love they lost. Maybe more accurately, the commitment they ignored. I must remember that they really did love each other. Most people don’t get married unless they love each other and intend to stay together forever. It’s important to remember: they did love each other, it wasn’t a lie. When they said they’d never divorce, that it wasn’t and option, that they were best friends—it was TRUE. Always remember, it was true.

Somehow we must separate today from yesterday so we can cherish what we had. Harder still, we must believe that they still love us just as much as before. They don’t want each other--which we perceive as they don’t want US—our family. They’re happiness is more important than the US. But, what right do we have to happiness? Do we deserve nothing but bliss? I think not, but as humans we certainly tend to think so.

“But to all who believed Him and accepted Him, He gave the right to become children of God.” John 1:12