A Sad Anniversary

My father past in 1995 at the age of 69. He was drafted out of high school in 1944 when he turned 18 in January. By mid-March he was in Germany fighting with Patton's 3rd Army where he was wounded going into Dusseldorf, Germany. His wounds earned him a purple heart and a discharge from active service. He was my hero and loving father. I miss him every day.
 
I know.. you and I are the same when it comes to this Deb.. each year we both post the anniversary of parent/parents..deaths

Every year I say it's the anniversary of my mothers death... and each year it gets so far away from it that people wonder how you can still be grieving.. but I do.. not outwardly of course.. but at the loss of a parent so young.

My mum was 39.. and this year will be the 50th anniversary of her death.. Just beggars belief!
 
I am sorry Deb. My dad passed in. 1993 at 73. He served during World War Two for 4, years. He was a wonderful person. We were very close as I was to my mom. Luckily she lived until 2009.
 
My mom passed 9 years ago at 92. Her former possessions in my home and my children's homes keep her alive in our thoughts and conversation. Not a day goes by when her name doesn't come up.

She taught me how to be a good mother, grandmother, friend, neighbor, and human being. All of her children and grandchildren know we were blessed by her longevity.

My heart goes out to those who lost good parents early. 💕
 
Capt Lightning said:
I didn't have a very productive relationship with my parents. I can work out the years in which they died, but I have no idea of the dates. I sometimes regret it, but we were very different in most respects.
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You know what relationship I had with my father, yet I know when he died.. and of course I know my mother's death date..I was there... and she was in many ways as much a victim of him as we were...

All that said.. my husband who had a very privileged upbringing.. made no effort to have much to do with his parents..he felt he was just so different to them.. and barely knew their birthdays, always relied on me to tell him when they died... :(
 
Capt Lightning said:
I didn't have a very productive relationship with my parents. I can work out the years in which they died, but I have no idea of the dates. I sometimes regret it, but we were very different in most respects.
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hollydolly said:
You know what relationship I had with my father, yet I know when he died.. and of course I know my mother's death date..I was there... and she was in many ways as much a victim of him as we were...
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My relationship with my father was also very difficult and I eventually had to estrange myself from him. Like yours, my mother was at least as much his victim as his children were.

People in our generation with two kind, supportive, encouraging, emotionally healthy parents who successfully launched their children, were enviable and rare.

That generation's upbringing wasn't sunshine and lollipops and it reflected on their child raising attitudes. Fortunately, many of us were better parents to our children than ours were, and many of our children are better parents than we were.

As Maya Angelou said, "Do the best you can until you know better. Then when you know better, do better."
 
Where I lived growing up, the guy next door would come home from work and lambaste the kids. Finally my mom asked him why he did that. She told me he said - it was to punish them in case they had done something bad when he wasn't home.
 
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