A parcel arrived this week and it had me reflecting on family history and how important the past can be to the present thread of family life.
The toddler twosomes' Dad (and my ever patient partner) unfortunately no longer has his parents here on earth with us. Neither of them saw the twins born and i know i have cried a few tears over this but i like to believe they are watching…and they see somehow.
I enjoyed getting to know his Dad when his patient self and i first met but sadly he passed a few years ago. I saw and still see so many wonderful similarities between Father and Son and i can only imagine the pain of losing a parent….but to lose your only remaining parent i know was just unimaginable.
My beautiful man lost his mother to leukaemia when he was just 4 yrs old and his brother a few years older….so he was very close with his Dad. I therefore never got to meet my ‘mother-in-law' but i have tried to learn a bit about her over the years. She seems like she would have been a very patient person as she married an Indian man with a very traditional mother…and then had to live in the same house for quite a time. There was resistance from his grandmother when i began seeing His Patient Self so i can only imagine the stresses she may have gone through back then culturally and emotionally.
I hope you all have a lovely weekend x