She loved him.
I know that I am blessed, blessed for many reasons. One of the earliest blessings I came to recognize as such was the amazing bond my parents shared. My mom loved my dad and he loved her. Every moment of my life, I never doubted it. Theirs was a special connection that began before they met, knew each others’ names and before either one even knew the other walked this earth. They finished each others’ sentences and called each other pet names. Every year, there were Christmas presents under the tree addressed to Scarlett and Rhett, Tarzan and Jane. But their love story rivaled any piece of fiction, not only in its complexity and passion but even more so because it was true. True as or truer than any other human experience I’ve been a party to in my life. Simple, pure love that never wavered- not for a moment.
I hadn’t seen my mom’s eyes in days. We were told she might not open them again and I had started to believe it. She was under heavy sedation in the hospital and, though we didn’t know it then, was close to leaving us. I had gone to pick Dad up and bring him home. The second we walked into her room, he took her hand, kissed her and called her his Indian princess, as I’d heard him call her so many times before. In the same instant that he touched her, Mom’s eyes opened and she turned them to look at him. He reassured her, kissed her hands and stroked her hair. He didn’t cry until she closed her eyes again.
This memory is one of my greatest treasures, though it hurts to remember. It reminds me of how very much she loved him and he loved her. And how I will settle for nothing less in my own life.
What a beautiful story, honey. Your Mama must have been someone sent from Heaven. I know your Daddy and I know what a good and kind fella he is. He used to play with me when we were 6,7,8,9,?…. and he always let me be the boss. He had a wonderful “Virgil” and “MOM” , they were mine too. I cried when he moved to his new home that wasn’t across the road from us anymore. One day our little doggies were hit by a car at the same time cause they were running across our road. His,Tippy and my, Whiskers. We both cried. You must be as special as both your Indian Princess Mom and your Dad, my friend. My love and good wishes to you. Billie “Bill”March 20, 2013 at 10:14 pm
Aww, thank you, Billie! That sounds like my dad for sure. God blessed me with the most wonderful parents and I am thankful for that every day.March 22, 2013 at 9:50 am
I was there for their love story. You could tell from the first time you saw them together that they were meant to spend their lives together. They had the sweetest most loving relationship I had ever seen and would always pray that I could have what they had. I remember sitting at the kitchen table and she knew when he would walk in that door, she acted like it was no big deal, but I thought it was magical. They were like no other couple I have ever known. The times I spent at the house with them I will always treasure. A piece of my heart died the day she left this world and I think of her often and wish I could talk to her one more time. She is a special angel that watches over her family you can almost here her singing one her songs. I loved that lady I always will. I miss her dearly.April 10, 2018 at 7:21 pm
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