This woman shares her thoughts on her dad after losing her mom when she was eleven. Though her dad lived to the "ripe" age of 80, she still wasn't ready for him to die.
By By LISA BELKIN Published: October 7, 2010Do you ever stop needing, or wanting, your parents?
I carried the same worries as this author. The thoughts that go along with having one parent and the bargains you make with God. Who'd raise us if my mom died? Would we each have to go live with our godparents and be split up? When they'd misdiagnosed my mom with ovarian cancer when I was 18, I'd decided if she died, I'd switch colleges and return home to get my sisters through high school.
Now I'm 34, and my mom's 62. She's filled the shoes of two parents with courage and love, being the best parent(s) to us that she could. Comically (like this author), we also had Domino's on speed dial. Every Friday night, we'd sit around the table, have pop and pizza. It was like a celebration of the end of the week. Though it was horrible to lose my dad (and I still miss his presence), my mom's done an amazing job. And when she's gone, there'll be a hole so huge that's left. I don't think we're ever ready to lose our parents no matter their age.