The lovely and talented Ritu of butIsmileanyway.com has set us all off on Loveuary. I for one am excited with the task. What is love? We shall find out as the month goes on.
Today, Day 4 I am writing a letter to my long dead parents who I owe everything to and who I love and miss daily still. I wrote a letter to them before on my blog but this new letter is all encompassing and full of things I wish I had told them more when they were alive. I have also included the poems I wrote about Mum and Dad below the letter.
Dear Mum and Dad
I don’t think I ever made it clear enough how I appreciated exactly what you did for me. It is only now as a parent and grandma that I see what you must of gone through.
Nine children you had, nine. You lost three but that was never your fault. How did you cope Mum it must of been hard, and Dad worse for you because in those days grieving was not the done thing. I lost three babies too I could not openly grieve either but you knew you silently gave me strength.
I am in awe of how you always managed to feed and dress us all. There was always food on the table and somehow the doors were always open to waifs and strays who needed help. No one was ever turned away from our door without help of some kind. I can remember there being an endless stream of family friends, or distant cousins with problems arriving on our doorstep. Some stayed longer than others but no one was ever turned away. I really don’t know how we all fitted into that three bed roomed terraced council house, it must of been like the TARDIS.
Who helped you, did anyone or did you have to struggle through, learning haphazardly! You, no doubt had too and that is why you were both such helpful parents. I am amazed at the sacrifices you must of made to keep us in clothes, shoes and food.
Dad, you worked as a body maker for LT making seats on the buses and tubes! Off to work at 5am and home at 5pm for dinner then 6pm the BBC News … silence reined! You then spent most of your evenings in the front room either at the table or your desk with your ancient typewriter. You had men visiting you , sometimes one sometimes more all coming for help and advice because you were a union rep and congressman for the NUVB ( National Union Of Vehicle Builders). The last visitor was about 10.30pm. At work you were a union rep you gave so much to others and yet you always saved so much for us. When you retired you were tapped out the length of the factory. ( All the men stood by their machines spanner ot happer in hand and tapped you out of the building, a sign of respect. ) You only live a year or so after retirement.
Mum you were such a gentle soul I miss you so, You let your body long before you died and that broke my heart because I could not reach you. I used to bring the boys to see you at the nursing home you spent your last years in… although I loved to see you it hurt that you did not know me and you did not see the boys growing up . I think you missed Dad so much that you left in soul leaving your shell behind.
Mum remember Wimbledon week we had salad every evening because you loved the Tennis , funny thing Mum I can’t stand tennis!
You have both been gone so long and I miss you both so. I need you here to give me the strength , kindness and love. See even now I am asking for your help. I am so selfish, I was so angry when you died Mum because you were not there to talk to me and help me, do you know it took seven years to accept that you had really gone. Then the flood gates opened.
I have so many wonderful memories of you both. Getting up at 4.30am and sneaking down stairs to find you dad shaving in the kitchen, we would share your breakfast, porridge or boiled egg before you went off to work. Going with you to Chiswick Park on the tube on a Saturday. You would have a haircut while I sat and watched then maybe you would by me an ice cream. Walking Steve the dog in the park … you always called him Brother …because of your union work no doubt .
Mum you were always there when I came home from school, always played with me , I was the youngest of the family and by a good while so I was almost like an only child but not because everyone else was around but I too young to join them . I remember you telling me stories and teaching me to knit sew and crochet sadly all of which I am useless at! As I grew you helped me with life and although I never lived that near to you you always came to my aid if I needed you . When our first boy was born premature and unable to breath you came down to stay with me when P finally came home from hospital. He did not how to suck so you helped me to spoon feed him until we got him to use a teat. So many many things to thank you for .
eMum and Dad you took all six of us and taught us everything you knew. How to face the world, how to love how to be friendly, caring and honest. I like to think that you are watching over us all and hopefully being proud of us…. well mostly. . I like to think that our beautiful sister Mary is with you to after horrendous illness and death fifteen months ago.
I miss you and I love you !
Here is a link to a poem about Mum and here one about Dad.
21 thoughts on “Day 4 LoveuaryLove of my parents”
This is truly touching Willow xxxx
I have so much I want to say to them, I miss them so especially now. xxxx
I’ll bet xxx
I know you will never miss an opportunity to tell yours how much you value them … I did but not enough. xxxxx
I try to eve4y day xxx
Yes I know you will xxxx
Oh, Willow. This is stunning. Stirring. Wow. ❤ ❤ ❤
Who stole my Kleenex?
Me !! I stole them , all true they were stars obviously it was not all perfect but they did their best!! ❤ 😛
Sounds like you had wonderful parents. Hugs!
Thank you I think I did. Hugs back xxx
Oh Willow this is absolutely beautiful and brought tears to my eyes. They sound such wonderful parents and kind and generous people. Hugs xxxx
They were were they had nothing and gave everything . Thanks for reading xx
Thanks for sharing them with us Willow xx
What a beautiful letter Willow😚
I just wish they could read it ! xx
So touching xx
I really did!