Bastard old man scared the crap out of me.
My Mum and Dad are now getting to that stage in their lives when they're beginning to occasionally be a few screws short of an IKEA wardrobe. You know what I mean - not totally compus mentis, but not so dribblingly senile that I can stick them in a home either.
Last week they flew out on holiday to Malaysia ("Home," says Mum, who despite actually being Chinese, has never stepped within 500 miles of the country). The evening before, my Dad sent me a comprehensive email of who/what/where to contact, where his money was stashed, etc, should the someday-inevitable happen. Then what?!
Later, it dawned on me. Okay, so they are (comparatively) old, but they sure make Queen Lizzy and Phil look decrepit. But what if they weren't to pop their socks due to old age? Aside from being distinctly less predictable, (but morbidly more exciting - "oh he died whilst wrestling a poisonous dinosaur in the Malay jungle..."), it's direct opposite makes it worse - that it isn't predictable. So I played it safe...
...my Dad's last words to me had been "make sure the arsehole gets his crap out before Friday" (and no, it's still there). Memorable yes, but significant - no. So before they got on the plane, I told them both how I felt. Not because I felt obliged, but because I meant it. And no, it's not a regular occurance. But it put my mind to rest. An inner peace, if you will. Observationally, it surprises me how many parents discard their offspring so casually, or even at best remain at arm's length. Makes me angry, but I'm not them and so be it. But what does it achieve? They are your blood, your heritage, your ancestry and the people who brought your screaming, bloody, umbilicalled soul into this world.
When did you last tell your Mum and Dad that you loved them?
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3 comments:
so you blab on about how you told mum and dad you love them, and in your other blog how you should do things to make the ppl close to you smile, yet you refer to our hard-working self made millionaire dad as a lazy fart, and our equally hard-working mum with a racist nickname. and imply that both are losing their marbles. on top of that you don't even bother to send either of them a birthday card on their birthdays? think you're a bit hypocritical.
Take it with a pinch of salt. Both are colloquial terms of affection, philistine.
lol Rob,OWNED! :-)
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