Friday, October 14, 2011

Mother

 Isn't it ironic how our memories of childhood can seem softer in the light of a parents illness and decline? Instead of wallowing in the pain and dissatisfaction of missed opportunities and hoping for something that could not be, our hearts open up a bit more to the closing chapters in a life lived. We seem to let go of all that was said and focus more on what still needs to be said. We suddenly find ourselves thinking "that's MY mom and she cared and loved me when I was sick, cranky, angry, and most unlovable at times." Just as we all strive to do for our own children every day. We don't think, or at least try not to think,  about the day that our bodies will give out or our own health will decline, we just do. It is a new experience for me, watching someone I love so much struggle to breathe, walk a few steps and sit down, and get through yet another day. This was a person who gardened with ferocity, ate with gusto, laughed heartily and fought back passionately. I am forever connected to this person and have never felt that so strongly as I do now. Mom just turned 80 on September 8th and celebrated her wedding anniversary as well on that very same day. Today, I am reminded of the lyrics from her favorite song:


Try To Remember
(As sung by Roger Whittaker)
Try to remember the kind of September
when life was slow and oh, so mellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
when grass was green and grain was yellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
when you were a tender and callow fellow,
Try to remember and if you remember then follow.

Try to remember when life was so tender
that no one wept except the willow.
Try to remember when life was so tender that
dreams were kept beside your pillow.
Try to remember when life was so tender that
love was an ember about to billow.
Try to remember and if you remember then follow.

Deep in December it's nice to remember
although you know the snow will follow.
Deep in December it's nice to remember
without the hurt the heart is hollow.
Deep in December it's nice to remember
the fire of September that made us mellow.
Deep in December our hearts should remember and follow.

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