this morning there were 9 morning glories…
light shining through the beautiful purple morning glory…
made me think about my Mom and the amazing days we spent together during her last four months…
she died within a year of my Dad… they were such a couple… always together, always doing things to support the other… I don’t believe I ever heard either of them raise their voice to the other…
my Dad looked after my Mom from the time my brother was born until I was about fifteen or so… when he was born she had a breakdown and spent many years struggling with her health… she would often spend six months of the year in hospital while Dad looked after us and visited her regularly…
she was on large doses of Valium so even when she wasn’t in the hospital she was pretty drugged up… she decided one day that she was getting off the meds and stopped cold-turkey… she improved amazingly after that…
then Dad’s emphysema gave him a very hard time and Mom took over looking after him… we both did, really… when I turned sixteen we bought a car together and I drove Dad to and from work every day until he took an early retirement… as he got weaker and could do less, Mom stepped up her care and before he finally went into hospital, she was doing everything for him…
morning glories blooming close together..
true love is an amazing thing to behold… I got to see it with my parents, and experience it with my beloved…
sometimes I am amazed that I have lived so long without George… somehow I thought we would ride off into the sunset together…
Mom and Dad enjoyed our garden and the flowers… although for most of the early years our garden was a playground for little people… they would be part of breakfasts and barbecues on the deck…
they would have enjoyed the morning glories, and the pond… I remember them telling me about my grandpa on my dad’s side who had an amazing garden filled with beautiful roses…
the pond this morning…
what wonderful memories…
interesting the stories one remembers…
herbiggirlpants 