Saturday, December 01, 2012
My Mother came down to get my Dad today to bring him back up to Heaven to spend eternity with her. I'm sure my Dad sang songs while my mother hummed and they danced their way to Heaven. My father was 91 3/4 years old when he died. He had a stroke on the 29th which left him paralyzed on his left side. He had always been extremely active with gardening, carpentry, square dancing, round dancing, rumba and any other type of dance that you can think of including giving dancing lessons to groups of adults from time to time. My parents were called "Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers" by many. At any given time you could hear my father singing songs or telling stories and my mother humming and even a little bit of tap.
We rarely got along while I was growing up and had a lot of emotional abuse but my father was still my father and I loved him in my own way and will surely miss him. My mother died almost 7 years ago and he had been in deep depression ever since; alzheimers had set in and it made his depression worse. Well, now my mother and father are in heaven and probably teaching all the angels how to dance!! LOL I can just picture the two of them doing that.
I have tried to keep busy for most of the day but the tears would often flow - both happy tears for him and sad tears for myself and my family.
We've had all three meals out today. I did really well the first two meals but then my husband took me to Pizza Hut for supper. I did good on ordering Vegetarian Pizza on my half of the LARGE pizza but as I finished my THIRD slice I realized that I was emotionally eating and actually hadn't felt like I had eaten at all. I could have eaten the FOURTH slice with no problem!!! BUT, I brought the FOURTH slice home to have for tomorrow.
I did get my 1 mile walk in with my husband and the dogs and even got some house cleaning in (as much as I could do or my husband would allow me to do with having 3 tears and lots of shoulder arthritis).
I'm finding that it's really hard to check my e-mail, be on facebook, play games on the computer and even typing this Blog with blurry, teary eyes. So, I guess I'd better quit here and maybe think (I said "think") about getting ready for bed.