My Mother had a dream, she wanted a round house, when finally it was being built for her, her husband passed away. He had been the builder of this dream house. My Mother lost two husbands, my father when I was only 10 and she had two other young girls, my sisters at the time would have been 6 and the youngest maybe 2. My Dad has been the provider, he worked and she was the home-maker, back then … this was life. The woman stayed home to raise the family
A young widow she had to go out into the world and find employment and keep her family together. Not an easy task. But with the help of friends, she managed, she found work with the government, and worked her whole life dedicated to providing for her family. This house, was to be her retirement it was on the banks of the Ottawa River, nestled in the hills, away from city life.
We can dream and we can plan for the future, but… the lesson I have learned in life is that each moment counts, and tho’ we plan for another day, the reality is… that day may never come. My Mother passed away a few months before my husband passed away, so its been about 6 years now.. she was in her very late 90’s. She never talked of what was, and she never complained. If ever I needed an example of stoic, that was my Mom.
Life can be very fragile. We should never take it for granted. If anything, I learned that today should always be important, Make every second count,
“Now” is always the start of something new. Leave the past in the past. What is important is “what you are going to do now.” Using the present as a starting point, move forward on a path towards improvement and progress.
Perfect Liberty 2014.24
Good or Bad, it is your mirror. Sincere expressions invite good results, but insincere expressions can lead to unexpected trouble.
Perfect Liberty 2020.24
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Thank you for the words of enlightenment. Blessings to you! πβ¨π«
good morning Gail.. I thought of you the other day, I hungered for a steamed hot dog.. I’ve tried now for two weeks to find a good steamer (as we called them on the Quebec side of the river) Finally I bought the ingredients and made my own.. You always inspire with how you “just do” if and when the mood hits.. Have a good week!
I am very sorry your mom’s dream never came to fruition, but she clearly accomplished a lot during her life. She passed on a wonderful lesson, and you’re passing it on to others. Well done,
thanks Dan it is so easy to forget as we rush from one activity to the next.. warm hugs…
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Bonjour Christine… xxxoo
Bonjour Dymoon, J’aime ce que tu as Γ©crit, mon pΓ¨re il est dΓ©cΓ©dΓ© et ma mΓ¨re aussi je les manque mais comme tu dit le passΓ© reste dans le passΓ© c’est la vie je l’ai aimerais toujours.
bonne journΓ©e,π Patricia
bonjour ma belle Patricia… sends you a happy greeting..
How sad that dream died with your father and the house never was completed. Life is unpredictable for sure. β€
good evening Eliza… waves and sends a happy hug your way..
When I was young and had family with three children, I always dreamed to build the house comfortable and memorable for family. It wasn’t easy financially by that time. However, in any apartment or house we lived my wife and myself tried to make it cozy. Finally, when dream became true and we had the house of our dream, all of our kids left us for their own life. They like to visit us and to stay for some time, but it is not the same we dreamed about.
that is so often what happens, our dreams and our realities somehow don’t seem to be in sync .. however, when we live each day/moment the best we can, there are no regrets..we adjust… waves across the miles…
There are no regrets, but there are some sadness that it happened not just in right time. π
A bittersweet post. Your mother sounds like a strong woman, a strength passed on to you no doubt.