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Original Post Date: 2006-12-30 Time: 00:00:00 Posted By: Jan
[My father was not a great guy. In fact, for much of his life, my father was an alcoholic. But to a degree, I sympathise with my father and can understand him better with age myself.
My father’s father was a pioneer who actually went to Rhodesia. He made a lot of money by transporting goods by oxwagon from South Africa to Rhodesia. He died from asthma (can you believe?) before my father was born.
My dad went to work at an early age. When he was a teenager, he went to work building roads. He was too young to work, so he lied about his age. When he was a young man, he was pushing wheelbarrows. Later he joined the railways. My dad was a blue collar worker all his life. But one thing I can say about my dad was that no matter what, my father was a poor and honest man, and despite all his faults, he never took so much as 1c from anyone else.
But my father had quite a bit of common sense and he saved his money and bought land at an early age. He also looked after his mother. His mother died when he was 21.
My mother on the other hand had parents who lived a long life.
I must tell you that yesterday was a dreadful day for my mother. Of all her grandchildren, she was the closest to Richard. My mother has attended many funerals but I have never seen her cry like the way she did when she viewed his open casket. I eventually had to take her away because I felt my old mum would have cried until she herself died. I have never seen her so sad over the passing of anyone – and she’s seen all her brothers, sisters, etc pass away and nobody affected her like Richard.
The only other time in my mother’s life when she was totally stricken with terrible grief was when her own mother died back in the 1960’s. My father had warned her beforehand that you don’t know what death is like until you lose someone really close to you. And the first person my mother lost, who was close to her, was her own mother.
My mother flew down to South Africa to see her mother who was dying of stomach cancer. In the months after my grandmother’s death, my mother was very stricken with grief – though she hid it from us.
My mother says that at various times she would just cry and cry over her lost mother. Then one day she was extremely sad, even sadder than on other days and she sobbed her heart out endlessly, and shortly thereafter she must have fallen asleep. And while she was asleep it was as if her mother had come to her and put her hands on her shoulders and had told her not to cry any more.
My mother says, looking back, that that strange experience somehow comforted her, and from that day onwards she never cried over her mother again. To her it was as if her mother had truly been there. She felt her own mother had returned to comfort her one last time.
I’m curious if anyone out there has had any similar or related types of experiences? Jan]