tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987040098977019674.post5664949837922996574..comments2024-03-23T20:59:45.060-05:00Comments on Mid-Life Thoughts from Bob: No Great Revelation HereBobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15978016568840318921noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987040098977019674.post-55559800746902258542008-11-09T16:00:00.000-06:002008-11-09T16:00:00.000-06:00And that "teaching dream" you had, Pam, shows how ...And that "teaching dream" you had, Pam, shows how your mother -- though gone from you physically -- is still very much with you. <BR/><BR/>And yes, isn't she pleased and proud.Bobhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15978016568840318921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987040098977019674.post-20084758114687345912008-11-09T14:46:00.000-06:002008-11-09T14:46:00.000-06:00We don't ever stop grieving the loss of our parent...We don't ever stop grieving the loss of our parents. I know I haven't.<BR/><BR/>The nature of the grief, however, does change. Most of my early grieving for them was of the selfish kind, the how-it-affects-MY-life kind of grief.<BR/><BR/>The grief is still personal and still laced with pangs that can grip my heart unexpectedly. However, I also mourn the loss of having them share in so many things in the lives of my kids and grand kids. It's more of the wish-you-were-here variety.<BR/><BR/>A couple of weeks ago I had one of the 'teaching' dreams I seem to have lately. Like most of my dreams it was convoluted,traveled back and forth in time and was populated with people from the past and present. <BR/><BR/>This dream had Mama 'observing' in the classroom I was teaching. She never spoke but she was smiling and nodding at me.<BR/><BR/>I like to think that was a sign of her approval with what I'm doing right now. I wish I had her still here for advice and to share things with. <BR/><BR/>Sadly, she died before I realized how valuable all that would and could be. I didn't appreciate her enough until after she was gone.Pamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17133743056974995270noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2987040098977019674.post-81531769587321903532008-11-08T21:27:00.000-06:002008-11-08T21:27:00.000-06:00It's strange... my dad has been gone 38 years and ...It's strange... my dad has been gone 38 years and I NEVER dream about him. I do dream about Mother occasionally, but mostly it's my aunt who figures into my dreams. I say "figures into" because my dreams are always convoluted, jumping from one thing to another, rarely making any sense. <BR/><BR/>I'm glad you're able to take comfort from your dreams, Bob.Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00859017153454691633noreply@blogger.com