Definitely sounds like my family members. In life, they tended to say something and go do something else. Not surprised things haven’t really changed in their afterlives. :-p Much love and light, Uncle Ray!
The distinction you drew between your father’s 'love with expectations' versus your mother’s 'conditional love' is meaningful. It’s a subtle difference, but it changes everything. I love the idea that being out at sea gave you the silence needed to finally rewrite the script.
https://youtu.be/Be955EMr13o?si=8saIkbOChG9AI5sg and a bit of light entertainment, now I have seen the clip many times before but never in this format(AI?) but a cracking video has come from it IMHO Cheers DougT 🇫🇴🇬🇧
Clint, very deep emotions from you. It takes courage(?) to be open and bare your soul to others. Now you've said it, it can't be taken back and put back in its compartmentalised box. So onwards and upwards to new heights of loving yourself, warts and all. I have opened up more too but the Ivory Tower is still my fall back space. 🫂🫂 Cheers DougT
Thanks, Doug. I dunno about courage, but I felt compelled to dig a little deeper than usual this morning. For whatever reason “Ghosts of Christmases Past” seem to have joined me on this getaway. No complaints. Most of the ghosts are friendly like Casper. But they demand honesty…lil ghouls! :-p
My relationship with my mother was similar. I cared for her through four years of dementia but at the end, all she could talk about was what a horrible child I was and how I ruined her life. I crashed in what my therapist called caregiver’s syndrome, and I deserted her. She had insisted that she didn’t trust my sisters to care for her, but now she had no choice. Shortly after, my father died, and my sister told me that dad had raped her and mom knew about it.
I never spoke to my mother again. She knew why I left. I’m not sure how she knew, but she told my sister that I had left because of dad.
I’m so sorry for your loss and trauma, Michael. Thank you for sharing. I hope you and your siblings were able to help each other grieve and heal. Virtual hugs to you…
The conditional love from your parents shifted once they passed over. They are both proud of you, unconditionally.
Thank you, Uncle Ray. Hope they aren’t bothering you too much. My parents were TALKERS in life. I’m sure they’re just as noisy in the afterlife. :-)
No they didn't speak too much to me. They considerately gave the brief call out to you and left. I felt their energy, though.
Definitely sounds like my family members. In life, they tended to say something and go do something else. Not surprised things haven’t really changed in their afterlives. :-p Much love and light, Uncle Ray!
Thanks for sharing these intimate, poignant reflections. Lucky us that the sea is pulling this beauty up and out of you. 🌊❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🌊
The distinction you drew between your father’s 'love with expectations' versus your mother’s 'conditional love' is meaningful. It’s a subtle difference, but it changes everything. I love the idea that being out at sea gave you the silence needed to finally rewrite the script.
🏳🌈🌈🎵🎸❤🧡💛💚💙💜🤍🤎🖤📸📷🚢🛳🔱⚓ Thanks Clint and Jeff. The Dude with Kimmel https://www.youtube.com/shorts/wbbEeBs0sJw RT=short🧊🧊🧊🎵🎸🌈🏳🌈
Cheers Sixes
https://youtu.be/Be955EMr13o?si=8saIkbOChG9AI5sg and a bit of light entertainment, now I have seen the clip many times before but never in this format(AI?) but a cracking video has come from it IMHO Cheers DougT 🇫🇴🇬🇧
Thank you for the mention!
Clint, very deep emotions from you. It takes courage(?) to be open and bare your soul to others. Now you've said it, it can't be taken back and put back in its compartmentalised box. So onwards and upwards to new heights of loving yourself, warts and all. I have opened up more too but the Ivory Tower is still my fall back space. 🫂🫂 Cheers DougT
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Thanks, Doug. I dunno about courage, but I felt compelled to dig a little deeper than usual this morning. For whatever reason “Ghosts of Christmases Past” seem to have joined me on this getaway. No complaints. Most of the ghosts are friendly like Casper. But they demand honesty…lil ghouls! :-p
👻👻👻 Casper's here
My relationship with my mother was similar. I cared for her through four years of dementia but at the end, all she could talk about was what a horrible child I was and how I ruined her life. I crashed in what my therapist called caregiver’s syndrome, and I deserted her. She had insisted that she didn’t trust my sisters to care for her, but now she had no choice. Shortly after, my father died, and my sister told me that dad had raped her and mom knew about it.
I never spoke to my mother again. She knew why I left. I’m not sure how she knew, but she told my sister that I had left because of dad.
I’m so sorry for your loss and trauma, Michael. Thank you for sharing. I hope you and your siblings were able to help each other grieve and heal. Virtual hugs to you…
🫂 Many secrets in families Michael and I hope you have found your peace now. ❤❤