{"id":1725,"date":"2006-12-14T22:46:38","date_gmt":"2006-12-14T22:46:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.cynthiasamuels.com\/blog\/2006\/12\/14\/home_and_hearta\/"},"modified":"2006-12-14T22:46:38","modified_gmt":"2006-12-14T22:46:38","slug":"home_and_hearta","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cynthiasamuels.com\/blog\/2006\/12\/14\/home_and_hearta\/","title":{"rendered":"Home and Heartache"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"House_front_8\"<\/a>Yeah, we’re home – and as usual it’s like walking into an electric fan.  We landed, unpacked, did laundry, slept (until 3AM) then Rick went back to the airport for a fund-raising trip to California.  I’m working on several major projects and wanting to organize for when the boys come home for the holidays.  Grocery lists and activity planning in addition to many hours of business obligations.<\/p>\n

Lots on my mind.  Today a friend told me about the last conversation she had with her father and I was ambushed by a deluge of memories.  It’s tough to come to terms with the loss of a parent.  Both of mine have been gone for years and there isn’t a day I don’t think of them — and, often, wish I could ask them something – or tell them something — or just feel their love again.  I haven’t felt this way in a long time and it surprised me.  I just wasn’t expecting the intensity.<\/p>\n

I once sent my dad the lyrics to a Judy Collins song<\/a> about her father.  It’s a wonderful evocation of the love between fathers and daughters and the bitter-sweet realization that one’s life will exceed that of a beloved parent.  It’s what they’d wish for us but it’s complicated.  Anyway there wasn’t a moment of my life when I doubted the love for and faith in me felt by both my parents.  <\/p>\n

There were also circumstances in my life that led me, in my memory at least, to be less attentive than I wanted to be.  I think it will haunt me forever- times when finances or my own parental responsibilities kept me from visits; times when I let my dad tell me not to come because he didn’t want us to "see him like this."  — all those things we all wish we’d done differently.  I am beginning to think that this is a real issue for me and one I’ve got to get some clarity about.  <\/p>\n

This is the second time in the space of the 90 days or so I’ve had this blog that my dad has come up and he’s been gone since 1991.  Somehow though I’m more at peace with the loss of him.  I can summon memories that make me smile and I know that he had a profound and lovely effect on my sons, which adds to  my own fond remembrances of him.<\/p>\n

My mother, who died in 1998, haunts me though.  I know things in her life frustrated her – and that she would have liked to do more in the world outside the house.  My husband told both her and me that I was guilty that my arrival had pulled her out of a promising career but she insisted that that was HER choice and I should get over it.  That she loved raising the three of us.  I don’t doubt that she loved raising her daughters but I also think she needed more than she was able to get in life as a suburban mom.  I don’t know – all I know is that I feel a need to be particularly helpful to elderly women on the street, or the bus, or the synagogue steps.  As if I can do for her by doing for them.  Agh. I don’t know.  I’m going to bed to see if I can beat the last of the jet lag.  This is too sad.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Yeah, we’re home – and as usual it’s like walking into an electric fan.  We landed, unpacked, did laundry, slept (until 3AM) then Rick went back to the airport for a fund-raising trip to California.  I’m working on several major projects and wanting to organize for when the boys come home for the holidays.  Grocery … Continue reading Home and Heartache<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[3,42,7],"tags":[569,2312,2409,2410,969,204,790,2411],"class_list":["post-1725","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-aging","category-family","category-life","tag-father","tag-grief","tag-guilt","tag-judy-collins","tag-love","tag-mother","tag-parents","tag-stay-at-home-moms"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4gBq8-rP","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/cynthiasamuels.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1725","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/cynthiasamuels.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/cynthiasamuels.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiasamuels.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiasamuels.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1725"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiasamuels.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1725\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/cynthiasamuels.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1725"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiasamuels.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1725"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiasamuels.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1725"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}