It is the worst, losing your parents.. I think at any age. With them you lose that unconditional love. I have no intention of killing anyone but if I did I am 100 percent positive my father would have found a way to justify it. I am learning that whatever age this happens to you it hits hard. I don’t think I appreciated that before. But when you lose them young there is an added edge to the sword. That edge for me is Sebastian, that he will never know them. And they him. He will hopefully entertain my stories and care but most likely he won’t until he is much older. On Monday we went to their graves, and I won’t lie he was not excited about going (no water slide or roller coaster) but he was so fabulous when there. After he told me he was so happy he went and got to meet them. It mattered. While we were there we also stopped to see one of my Mum’s best Canadian friends, Donna. She also went too young and I have a lot of love and fond memories with her too.
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