Monday, May 14, 2012

Mother's Day

In 1956, I had a terrible accident.  I nearly drowned in front of the family summer cottage.  From then on, my husband and I lived apart.   He resided in our original home while I moved into my haunted Victorian with our two children.

Is it wrong for me to hope he might pick up the phone on Mother's Day to wish me a happy day?  These are the moments that test me the most.  I teach my students to make peace with their circumstances, yet I have trouble doing it for myself.

But without fail, my ghost appears to me and shows me a greater purpose to my life.  I begin to feel more comfortable with those difficult things that are out of my control.   At times, they even shine as valuable lessons I must learn. 

However, I do wish he had called. 

Music for the soul...Gabriel's Oboe







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  1. AnonymousMay 23, 2012 at 6:30 PM

    I agree...he should have called! But will you call him on Father's Day?

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    1. ~D~ (The turret awaits you...)June 5, 2012 at 5:22 AM

      Well, I can easily give you the high road answer since that day is not here yet. But, who knows?

      I'll keep you posted...

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    2. AnonymousJune 18, 2012 at 10:12 AM

      Hi again,

      Father's day has come and gone.

      I took the high road.

      ~D~

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