Channel surfing brought me to this programme called "Mommy Diaries". This episode was really poignant. 2 mothers were preparing themselves as well as their children for their demises.
One mother was busy building up her memory box for her 2 teenage girls, with a 'mother's manual'. In it, she wrote about her opinions on school, career, sex, dealing with misfortunes and other things that are normally 'caught' from mothers, rather than being 'taught'.
Another mother had sewed a patch work blanket for her older one, and now she felt the urgency to sew one for her younger one. She also decided to marry her long term partner, father of her girls, so there would be a great happy event for the children to remember.
Both mothers are dying of cancer, neither sure how much time they have, except that it is limited. Both trying to put on a brave face, for their children, for their partners; both breaking down, lamenting lost opportunities of seeing their children graduate, or going to their proms, or just seeing them getting off the school bus.
They also had little 'luggage tags' on which they wrote down each and every single thing they remember something about their children, like on one of the tags, the mother wrote " You got a great report card in your 6th grade, well done! Keep it up!" These sweet memories help the mother to tell the children she loves them, one more time, and they help the children to remember the happier things and happier times when the mother is no longer around.
I feel a tinge of sadness watching the programme, but it does spur me to remember to tell my children how much I love them one more time, and perhaps start my own memory box for them, for we don't know when we are due to meet our Creator.
Death really puts things into prospective doesn't it?
On 11 July1987, I woke up at Esther and John's home in Camberwell, London and started slowly pampering myself. My father was waiting downstairs, solemn as he always was, all the more as he got himself all suited up....
Soon, my dear friends Adah and Sara arrived. They looked lovely in their peach cocktail dresses with lace sashes. Actually I can't remember who made it, although I know the style was Adah's idea. They went upstairs, Sara busy with her make up and Adah, well, she always went 'au-natural'... I had done my own make up, moussed my permed hair and slipped into my gown.
Yes my gown - my wedding gown.
22 years ago today, my fiance and I got married, in front of over 200 family and friends. We exchanged our vows, promising to love and care for each other, till death us do part.
Well, there was no death, but there was parting.
However, I celebrate today, as we did have many happy memories, and without the wedding, the marriage, there would have been no children. Perhaps the purpose of the marriage was the children, and an opportunity for us to learn: about life, about love, about the death of a relationship, so that we, in turn, could help others in similar situation.
So yes, I still would celebrate this day, and would still remember this day as my anniversary, and thank God for all that was, and is, and is to come. Praise God.
Farah Fawcett, one of the original Charlies' Angels, died last week. She was gorgeous in her heydays, a model with legs up to her chest... Reminded me of Barbie doll.
Then of course, the king of pop - MJ, a man who craved privacy as much as he craved publicity, in life, and in death.
Today, the guy who acted as Mike Stone in Streets of San Francisco, died in his sleep.
Death waits for no one and is probably the fairest of all. It comes to all, until then...
how useful have we been in this life?
Arrrrggghhhh... hate it when I can't sleep, coming out with such posts.
I heard from my girls that a 14 year old student jumped off a building instead of going to school yesterday.
Pretty final and drastic action over some quarrels.
& to leave notes to these friends telling them what she couldn't tell them when she was alive. No doubt they must be serious issues. Think I'd be haunted with a dreadful sense of guilt, especially if issues could have been resolved with understanding. & if I was one of those friends who couldn't have cared anyway, well, what did her death mean?
What a waste of life.. Perhaps I have seen too many deaths, too many misfortunes; too many curve balls that I realise tomorrow can be a better day.
We have to make it happen, that better day. If not tomorrow, then the day after tomorrow. One day, you will turn round, and realise that because of these curve balls, you learnt to duck better; you learnt to anticipate and adapt better.
Just wish that she could have talked to somebody, anybody who could show her nothing deserved her paying the price with her life.
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