REGRETS? I'VE HAD A FEW..

 

REGRETS? I’VE HAD A FEW….

Since I’ve retired, I find I have more time to look back on things in my life I wish I had done, but now it’s too late. We all have busy lives and somehow time just slips away from us. Last week I was 60 years old and this week I am almost 83. Where did those years go?

Relationships fade away as well. The people you knew 50 years ago that aren’t in your daily lives tend to slowly disappear into the sunset with each passing year, don’t they?

The regret is that I wish I could get another chance to ask my parents and grandparents about their lives.

Unfortunately, I was so busy with my family and trying to make a living I didn’t have time to think about what they had experienced during their lifetimes. Also, I was to preoccupied to have even been able to formulate the questions.

Today is “D” day, the anniversary of the allied invasion of WW2. My dad was making a landing on Utah beach 81 years ago. I wish I had been able to ask him about his experiences and feelings during those difficult times. All I have are some photographs and his medals. I missed a lot there, for sure.

My mother’s mother married a man in New Mexico and they homesteaded some property and built a sod house. She had 3 children before he left her for greener pastures in the early part of the 20^th century. She once told me of a neighbor who had his foot caught in the stirrups of his saddle and was dragged behind his horse for some distance before the horse was stopped. In the movies they guy gets up and shakes it off. She said the poor guy had all of his skin sanded off and it took a week for him to die. Those times must have been tough on everyone who survived.

She took her three children and moved to West Texas, where she met my grandfather and had two more children. My mother was one. My mother and I lived with them during the war in a house they owned. two bedrooms, one bath. My grandmother never drove a car or worked. My grandfather worked in a furniture store. I loved their house. I loved them.

What were their dreams?

How did they survive the depression and hard times?

What did they believe in?

What was their backgrounds and life like when they were kids in the 1800’s?

There are 1,001 questions I would really love to discuss but alas, it’s too late to do so now.

Many of you that read my weekly musings are much younger, take a moment to think about who it is in your life you need to converse with before it is too late to do so.

You won’t regret it in your later years.

See you next week….Peary