Mom has been gone nearly nine years. Dad died over the holidays. They separated on their 35th wedding anniversary then divorced. Mom was Catholic. Divorce was not allowed. I still got her a Catholic Priest for Last Rites at hospice. For more info on that search on this site Fr. McGuinness. It’s a great story.
They called us in for the separation announcement, brought us to a patio table and told us. My brother said “It’s about time!” It’s just like him, which is why I love him. He’s the one that as a kid when Mom asked him to set the table, he’d say “Wrongo, moose breath!” And she’d laugh and have us do it.
I would hope that now, meeting on another figurative plane, they would ask about the kids, and perhaps mend some fences. Both of them made errors, as my husband and I do in our marriage. Everyone makes mistakes in life. It’s a given.
One of these days I’ll meet my brother and we’ll go to Dad’s grave where the stone was recently placed. We had a family, home cooked meals and family dinner, required every night
and there were no cell phones or laptops in those days. “How was your day, dear?” It’s 6:30 Sunday morning and I must take the dog out. Cheers! Dee