Sharing memories of how little time we actually realise our parents have to spend with us is shown in the the piece below. I am so glad that I had the relationship I did with my dad.

 

He passed nearly 13 years ago and I just thought I would share some of my memories of him and my connection with him, before and after his passing.

I am going to go back as far as I can remember and share some of my childhood snippets.

When I was a child I remember his laughter when he and mum would share the story in the kitchen,about my sisters and I mischievous antics of the day. But then he would come into the living room and try to be all strict with us.

As a teenager I loved school and sometimes my home work would get too much as I used to help mum around the house and help her get my siblings sorted out for our evening meal. I would talk to him about my homework and share with him how much I loved history. I may have only talked with him for about five minutes but it was so good just to have that time with him.

He had three tropical fish tanks and he always allowed me to help him clean and care for these amazing coloured fish that he bred and sometimes had to bury in the garden when they got an infection.

my self and my sisters and brother would make our way with Dad to my grandparent's  house every sunday and never miss going at holiday times, to wish them both well. My dad's mum and dad were fantastic. My grandad was from a very strict background, and yet he was the mildest man in his later years,he taught me about gardening.

I fell pregnant at the young age of 17 and half years old. My dad looked at me dissappointedly, he had high hopes for me I could tell. When I gave birth to my son the look of delight and love in his eyes for his first grandchild was truly amazing. My son was like a little bundle in his mighty hands.

One night when my son's father ( sailor) came home and paid me a visit we all sat round talking about 'knowing' if that special person had come into your life and if you know its love or not. I always remember my dad's words, while he had his arm around my mum's shoulder. It doesn't matter what age you are there is some deep feeling inside you just know you are meant to be with that person, you will know if its love for real.

I carried those words with me all my life.

 

When my son's father and I become distant but remained friends I realised I would always love him. I would sometimes get into discussions with my dad about my feelings and he said that he thought that my first love would remain in my heart as long as we were in contact and may always remain there.

Dad would work some really long hours, on occasion still found time to make us laugh.

When I made a decision to move away from Liverpool he was sad but encouraged me to do the best with my life. The night before I left to go he rang me to wish me all the very best of luck, I cried a lot after putting down the reciever.

I was so broken hearted when my dad was diagnosed with Luekaemia in 1990, it was so difficult living away from liverpool. but I rang as much as I could and did my best to speak to him when I could.

Dad lost his fight in December 1994 and I knew then that he wasnt far away from me, before the funeral I actually received a visit from his spirit letting me know he was all right.

I have had some amazing spiritual encounters from Dad and some profetic dreams too. He has hidden my watch left strange but very personal messages for me and I know that if I need advice God will allow him to visit me in my dreams to spur me on and keep my goal of being true to myself.

I hope this small snippet jolts memories of some of your loved ones who have passed but have made a huge dent on your soul, enhancing your persona and bringing with it a sense of always knowing there is something more than what is....

 

© Dee’s Inspirations 07