[Monkey Face]

To both of you...My dad died when I was 17, and because of the circumstances, I was responsible for the funeral arrangements. I never cried for him, though I have mourned him all this time.

My mother died 19 years, 11 months and 12 days later...or, not so precisely, 20 years later.

The dynamics between my mother and I were such that she never knew how much I loved her. My dad? He was always above the earthly emotions. He forgave everyone for everything.

[Monkey Face]

PS: I miss them both very much, even all these years later.

[no-to-illegals]

We Love our Parents and our Parents Love Us. One does what one can for their Parents. Our Parents, in their Love, did what they could for us. Am sorry Face that both of your Parents have gone to be waiting for you to come to them. It is a cycle ... We come, We see our Parents, our Parents are called to leave, then we leave to be with them. Bless the cycle ... Amen.

I prefer reverse where am born old and go out as a gleam and twinkle in my Father's and Mother's eye. Guess that makes each of us something call human and I truly believe God understands why I prefer reverse.