It Has Been Twelve Years

This month twelve years ago my parent passed away two days apart.

At the time it was so hard to bear to lose both parents at the same time, but when it came to the grieving process it was easier knowing that they were both at peace and free of pain form the sicknesses that they had been burdened with.

My mother was a middle child and she was the last sibling in the Beard Family. All of her other siblings had already passed on with her baby sister dying just one week before her.

My dad had never spent a day in the hospital in his life, but he had an anurism and it two weeks he was gone.

Looking back I am glad for the fifty years I had with them and yes I wish that I could have spent more time with them in the last few years but with a family of your own and living out of state. I learned to spend as much time as possible with them whenever I could.

I wouldn't take anything for the memories we had growing up because whenever times are hard and I miss them so much this is what sustains me.