Hi everyone (8
I just want to say, thank you all so much for your love and support and patience. The messages I have received over the past month have really kept my spirits up, and I appreciate every second you took, every key that was hit in being there for me.
It means the world for me, so thank you.
Life has hit me and my family hard these last couple of weeks.
It was my birthday yesterday and I spent it watching over kids and doing the housekeeping. It was spent tending to my mother and watching as she tried to make it through the day. My mother got a surprise phone call. Just the day before, we found out my grandma had passed away.
I can't put into words the type of woman she was. Honestly, she was one of the most pure and beautiful beings. She was so full of patience and wisdom, and she lived a hard life, but she kept a smile on her face. The last couple of years especially, she's been back and forth to hospital, and it's been my mother that's had to do the hard work. My own mother is a reflection of how loving my grandmother was. My
mother was always been there for her in the earliest of morning and latest of nights, ready to tend to my grandmother when she was sick. She was my mother's best friend and put her before herself.
I saw how my mother broke down when she got the news; it was difficult to watch her. She looked so lost, wandering the house as my oldest sister tried to comfort her. It was especially hard since my grandmother died overseas, in her homeland.
One of the things my mother said through tears and stuck out was "I promised I would call her, I said I would call her". Over and over we reassured my mother, "Don't worry mum, she knows in her heart you love her. You did everything you could for her, you gave her a good life". Though I think the what put her at ease most was my mother's faith, and knowing that she'd be reunited with her one day.
Around late October, we found out my dad had cancer. Apparently he doesn't have very long.
Since my parents separated, I've stayed with my mum while my dad lives a while away. I called him every so often, but that was for University pick ups and drop offs, though I would nudge my dad into taking me out to eat or go shopping so we could have time together.
However I took him for granted, and I regret it.
I regret all the times I would waver on whether or not I should call him. All the times he'd offer to take me out and I wouldn't put in the time.
I'll try and keep this short; I don't want to spill my feelings, but I just want to remind you, and maybe give you a heads up;
If your parents make mistakes, hurt you, it's okay to be upset, it's okay to tell them off. But do not hold it against them forever. If you can find it in your heart to forgive them and move on, then try and mend that hole. They may be older, but they are not perfect.
If your parents go out of their way to make plans for you, want to spend time with you, before you roll your eyes and give a half-assed "I'll see" or sigh, just acknowledge what that means to them. All that time you are on the computer, out with your friends, don't forget the ones who loved you first.
Don't forget to remind them that you appreciate them every once in a while; shout out "I love you" randomly, give them hugs out of the blue. I promise you, that even if they yell at you to get off, or look at you like "Wtf" or don't react at all, it means the world to them.
Go visit your parents every once in a while, do the dishes without them asking, or clean up a bit. Make them breakfast once in a while, take them out once in a while. Let them know you love them.
This reminder is my own birthday gift to you all