Sunday, December 25, 2005

Hug Until it Hurts

I have had the good fortune to have a wonderful Christmas. My mother is here visiting, which is HUGE as she is quite ill and hasn't travelled in years. And it's been great. My children are healthy, as is my husband. Life is good.

My friend Erin lost her father on Friday, just a few months after losing her mom. Our friend Stevo once said that once a parent dies it is like being a member of a club that no one wants to join. He couldn't be more right. I joined that club nearly five years ago when my dad died. And I'm not alone. Several of my friends have lost a parent over the past few years--we're coming to that age, I guess. But to lose them both within such a short period of time? I can't even get my head around it. When I spoke to her yesterday, she and her brother were going to soldier on and make Christmas happen for her nephew. I thought that was really amazing and wonderful.

So hug the people in your life and be sure to let them know how much they mean to you. Hug them tonight. Hug them tomorrow. And the next day. And the day after that. Because you can.

10 comments:

Jenette said...

You just made me cry. :) I lost my grandfather last year. He and my grandmother raised me, so it was like losing a parent. And your post made me remember how much I still need to show my grandmother that I love her.

wordgirl said...

Thanks for the wonderful post. It's so true!

Candace said...

That was sweet. Sad and sweet.

kimmyk said...

Aw sorry to hear about your friend's father. As sad as it is to lose someone-I think it's comforting to know they're together. My honey's grandparents were that way-they died within months of each other. Grandpa said he was ready-his heart was broken without her.....sad, but comforting.

The June Cleaver Diaries said...

Poor Erin.

When I was working in a hospital, there was a man there dying from cancer. He and his wife had been inseperable for decades.

Towards the middle of the week, the wife went out to buy some bread, slipped and broke her hip. So she was admitted as well.

A day or two later, the husband died. The staff didn't even have a chance to tell the wife, because she coded 10 minutes later-- a blood clot had formed in her leg and traveled to her brain.

Did she sense that he was gone? And how excruciating it was for their children and grandchildren to lose both within minutes of each other.

MIM said...

Thanks for that reminder, Misfit. I'll be sure to do that.

Suburban Turmoil said...

Nice sentiment. Merry Chrismtas!!

MetroDad said...

Beautiful thoughts, Misfit. Happy holidays and all the best to you and your family!

Shrinking Violet said...

Nice post!

Kristen said...

Thanks for the reminder, misfit hausfrau. Words to live by for sure.