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Saying goodbye

All of my friends started to lose their parents. This is the second year, when we have to attend at least one funeral per month. It looks like everybody drops down like flies. I don’t mean to sound insensitive. I know how painful can be such a moment. I’ve been through it twice, as both of my parents passed away. 

As we get older, we treasure them even more than before. We understand more of their acts, gestures and words. We are able to comprehend the extent of their sacrifices and we appreciate them and love them even more. 

But in the same time, we fear losing them. We are terrified of the fact that one day they would leave us behind. Sometimes we refuse to process this thought, although is a natural thing, and we get stuck in a situation where we can’t see what is the right thing to do. 

We struggle to keep them more with us, and we don’t seem to understand why they are so in peace, why they are not fighting back as we do. It looks like a lost battle, that we are not ready to surrender, yet. 

We find reasons to explain our acts, saying that we need more time with them, so that the grandkids get to know them better, or that we still haven’t travelled with them I don’t know where. We are aware that any of these has no relevance for them, but we insist on asking them to fight. 

We forget that this is their life and not ours. We are afraid to recognize out loud that we are scared. We tell ourselves that we need to be strong for them. We avoid crying in their presence or revealing our true feelings of sadness and fear, thinking it wouldn’t be helping them anyway.

We are wrong! Letting our emotions out and speaking about our fears is what helps up and prepares us for that dreadful day ahead, when they won’t be here.

This morning I ordered some Sail awnings balcony Longueuiland then I passed by my best friend house. I knocked on the door, I rang the bell, no one answered. I tried calling his cell, it was off. 

Yesterday night, when I spoke with him, I mentioned that I would pass by. I wondered what was going on? 

Later on during the day, I received a text from him, saying his dad passed away the night before.

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Hello everyone, my name is Cheryl! It gives me great pleasure to share my life as a mother and my work as an advertising editor with you. You will discover that I am not always diligent, but you have to understand that I also have three beautiful babies to deal with! That being said, don't worry, I drop by regularly! See you soon.