Today is the anniversary of my parents' deaths. They went on the same day, five years apart, in 1992 and 1997. Although my parents split up in 1972, I firmly believe it was no coincidence my mother passed on the same day as Dad, five years after him. I'm an only child, so without them around my family sometimes feels really small and I still miss them, but the anniversary is easier to deal with after the passage of so much time. Every year, I make a donation somewhere in their memories. This year it was the Stormont, Dundas and Glengarry branch of the Ontario SPCA (Cornwall), where our tripod-kitty Alex came from! Both of my parents were animal lovers so it's no surprise that I am too.
I was more of a girlie-girl at age three than I've ever been as an adult! Note my fingernail polish. My Mum was an accomplished dressmaker and used to make all my clothes. She made my wedding dress, too.
This was taken on a trip back to the homeland (for my parents; I was born in Canada): England. And I've always loved the sea.
My Dad was very proud when I graduated from the University of Toronto back in the late 80s with my Bachelor of Music. I was the first one of the family in Canada to get a university degree (my parents came to this country in 1958, then several of my Dad's siblings followed over the years from England.) My parents were plenty smart and well-read but neither of them got far in school. My mother wanted to go to university to be a veterinarian, but her father would only pay for her brother's schooling. It was just after WWII and girls were still expected to get married and look after the family!
So on this anniversary, I'm focusing on happy memories, and I raise a cup of tea to my parents, Jim and Phyllis, who both left this planet too soon.
PS: If your parents are still around, and you love them, make sure you tell them so. And give them a couple of big hugs!