Own posted on her thread about a sweet family memory from happier times. It was lovely. A thought instantly popped into my mind as I read it:
I seem to only hold memories of when H was distant, disengaged, moody, or depressed. How many years ago has it been that he was present, engaged, and happy to be with the family? Was he ever?
There are some times when we seemed happy. He seemed happy. The ones I remember the most are before kids. Those times are hard to remember, though.
If he was ever truly happy with the family, it's been a very, very long time ago.
And it makes me sad. Very sad.
I have one picture of us on a vacation that I didn't pack away. In a frame. It's in my bedside table drawer. It was from a trip prior to kids, that was so terrific.
Maybe I need to focus on that more.
The memories are dim, though.
Tonight I'm making new memories. I moved S22 back home to finish his senior year on-line. We are watching a movie, eating popcorn, and talking about life. Watching "A beautiful day in the neighborhood'. Lots of life lessons there.
We need more people like Mr. Roger's in this world.
