Carolyn, glad you're lucky too, and sorry you lost your folks; so did I. Though other loves and different kinds of love come along; it's never the same once the folks are gone. For real, all my life I enjoyed hearing this one roaring undertone to the sound of wind blowing thru trees in the summer....can even remember listening to it when I was very small...would find myself feeling surrounded by the sound of it sometimes, and feeling so happy. It was almost like a constant singing whisper with a rich languid sound. Then, the summer after my mother died, that underlying tone to the voice of the breeze grew thinner and changed - I noticed the difference at the time, and thought maybe my hearing was dimming in my 40's along with needing reading glasses. Then came the summer after my father died; I could still enjoy the sound of the wind, but that lullaby voice behind it that I'd always taken for granted was gone and has never returned.
So from now on I'll only hear this windsong again in dreams and memories, as in memory is the only way to be with my parents now, either.
Appreciating What's Happening While It's Happening = True Secret of Happiness
Pals,
Joan |
