I've just been thinking about how life has turned out to be. So many good things right now- but there are so many possibly bad things, and truly bad things as well. I think I am trying to not see the bad things or, at least, see the bad things in a light where they don't look all too bad. Other people have it worse. I have no right to complain. Having said that, I've come to the conclusion, for the upteenth time that my dad is, for lack of a better word, AWESOME. In so many ways I can't count.
My mom is too, by the way. Now that I'm seeing my own sister as a wife and mother and my days as a single (free & happy) girl are nearly over, I've come to appreciate my mom more. Through the years, we've hardly seen my mom's dad. It was due to circumstances beyond our control- many complicated things I don't want to delve into. Now that he is frail and may die any time, I see how sad my mom is to see him in the state he's in. It's made me sad for her, sad for him.
Several years ago, my dad, who's always been so strong in every respect, (I'm not exaggerating) was very sick. So sick that everyday when I'd wake up I'd wonder, "Is he still here with us? Has he left us behind?" For some reason or other, and with many thanks to God, he didn't leave us. But one day he will. Seeing my mom sad for her dad makes me cringe and cry for her, and for me too. It's made me think much more. I've been trying to put myself in other people's shoes and trying to see things as they do, and learn a thing or two from it.
In a few months I'll be married. Moving on to another chapter in my life. I am sad thinking I won't be around to help my parents very much anymore (if things turn out the way they seem to be setting up now). I won't be here to do things they aren't able to do anymore because their bodies are aging. I may not even be here, near them, when one or both of them die. My sisters and I will be in totally different areas. We won't have each other as closely and supportively as we've always had each other. And so life goes on. It could be way worse, I know. I have many things to be thankful for. The pain of tomorrow I don't know yet. Sometimes it's just better not to expect too much.
A vast body of water stays calm and serene, though thousands of little streams, and maybe some huge rivers flow into it incessantly. The beauty of nature. The calmness of nature. Mother Earth rests in the hands of her creator, knowing full well He is holding her afloat.
Calm down. Expect the worst and just hope and pray for the best. Such is life. Go on. Things are always coming in going. People come and go. One day everything will be finished. Through this life and through the end of this life, I'll try to remember and follow Mother Nature's example, and rest in the hands of the Supreme Friend.