I have to say, I had the best parents in the world. I'm an only child, a result of 8 years of trying, surgeries, disappointment, finally I came along and my parents were thrilled.
We were very close. After I married and left home we still had dinner together every Sunday, saw eachother a few times a week, went on holidays together. They had an amazing relationship with Jared, his loss hurts me more then my own.
My father was a major family man. We meant the world to him, we were the the motivation for everything he did. When Jared came along he was thrilled. He loved my little boy more then anything and that's saying alot because his love for me was not measurable.
Both my parents died in 2001, I was 30. They passed 6 1/2 months apart, both of cancer.
Here's the amazing thing. Yes, I miss them, yes I mourn them, not a day goes by that I don't think about them and wish they were here, but.... I am one of the luckiest people I know. I had 30 amazing years with them. I had more in those 30 years then most people get in a lifetime. I have memories that will last me until the day I die and that will carry on in my children. I had the best, I was blessed.
Now who's getting sappy?
Pictures? Okay.
My mom with Jared
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My Dad 1 year before he died.
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