For my parents

God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be. So he put his arms around you and whispered "come with me". With tearful eyes I watched you pass away. Although I loved you dearly, I could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating and hard working hands laid to rest. God broke my heart to prove to me, that he only takes the best.








I saw this posted on facebook, of all places. I simply reposted it, but then realized I wanted to put it here. I do believe that things happen for a reason and seeing this post reminded me of my dreams last night. In my dreams, so some reason both of my parents were able to come back to earth to see my sister and I.


I have had different dreams like this since my parents died. I don't have them every night. Sometimes I wish I would have them more often as I wish I could just talk to my parents and be near them again. I am not sure what makes me dream of them some nights rather than others.


At different times in this past year and a half, I have needed my parents and really missed them. There are many times that I just wish I could tell my mom something that would make her proud, or show my dad a new exercise I am doing or even just make them a new cookie or cake.



I find that I miss many of the simple things that many people take for granted.


My friends often worry about how I will handle special days like Mother's Day and Father's Day. I will tell you that I try to do things one those days that remin my of my parent's, doing things that I would with them. Go out to eat, eat something in particular, plan flowers, watch a certain movie.....I just try and remember some of thing things other's might call traditions and do them myself.

Today, I am still working on a project that I started on Mother's Day.