Friday, March 21, 2008

HOME, SWEET HOME , MY DAD

I'm so deep in this book NEW DAWN ON ROCKY RIDGE. It is the sixth book in on ROSE YEARS. This story brings me back to when I was a little girl who lived on a farm with my parents and my sisters. When I read one of the chapters, it touched my heart, I was sobbing. I couldn't stop my ache tears that flowed down my cheeks.

So long ago we had hardship on our farm with mother nature. Many years of drought like your skin falling off your body. Nothing but dust to dust. Fierce wind struck the barley fields. Sometime rain fell down on the earth, swollen like an ALLIGATOR that swallowed a human with no chance to survive. The Harvest was destroyed.

But I also have so many wonderful memories of my chilhood. When I grew up........ now my parents both passed away a long time ago. I still have a heart ache to thinking about them, especially my dad. My dad and I had a special bond. When I am thinking of him , I'm a child again. The beautiful blue sky has puffy white cotton sailing away a like yacht . His big brown eyes looked down on me, "Child , everything is alright!!'' His eyes twinkled. All my fears ran away.

5 comments:

Graciela said...

My father died 25 years ago and my mother 5 years ago, and like you said, I still remember them, I think we are not going to forget our parents because they are part of our life even if they pass away already.

marian said...

Hello Shung. You comment make me remember to my parents. They still alive but I am farther from they and I remember everything that we made together.

Christina said...

Hi mom. Just thought I'd check in on your blog and to my pleasant surprise you had a new post :) This one warms my heart. It brought a joyful tear to my eye to know of your special bond with halabeoji and the comfort he brought you.

Lucinda said...

It's good to have memories about your parents. I miss mine they are both in different places. And I hope it will be a while tell I lose my or when god comes calling. Thank you for sharing your story.

Julieta said...

Hi, Chung; my mother died seven months ago. Sometimes I'm feeling sad for that, because I can't see in her las moments, but I remember all the things what she liked, she enjoyed with us and all the beautiful moments with she. In this vacation my sister cames and brought a familiar photograpy album and she leaves with me. I can see my mother each time when I want and I can remember she.