Today is not necessarily a hard day. It may be for someone thrown into this life abprubtly but you see we've been dealing with very sick parents since 2003. It's a long road to walk down. Lots of frantic calls and texts and discussions and breaking down what doctors are saying, reading between lines and being advocate when it comes to making sure no stone goes unturned. Oh and prayer. Lots of it. Jokes and memories relived of good days and the triumph of blessings God pours down to remind us of the silver lining. Or heck if we are talking precious medals let's award ourselves and our parents gold and the gold awaiting in heaven.
Another normal week in the life of Lesley, Stefanie and Jonathan Harper. Who knew on that sunny beach day that the arms that held us tight would soon need our strong arms to hold her up so early in her life? It's okay --we've flexed that muscle before--With dad and now mom. Today's only a doctor appointment to see where she's at in this ugly disease's grip and then to a care meeting to discuss if she's fit to stay at the very expensive place that we hope will be able too care and love her in these last years.
And like I said we set out not with nervous tummies because it's become regular and yet at the days' end we know why we are tired and texting each other an emoji with a wine glass and the funny little character with the eyes boggling out. It's the norm- and those are more of a joke to keep a smile where there's hurt. Then more prayer.
Today with no kids in van at last... I turn on one of the CDs my sis made of dad's music - I start listening to it again and crying again this time of year. And an anthem comes on that fits our lives so fittingly and makes me so thankful that above all they taught us about the importance and bond of family so that when it came time we could take care of our parents well. As they did us.
 | Play "Teach Your Children" |  |
"Teach Your Children"
You, who are on the road must have a code that you can live by.
And so become yourself because the past is just a good bye.
Teach your children well, their father's hell did slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams, the one they fix, the one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry,
So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.
And you, of the tender years can't know the fears that your elders grew by,
And so please help them with your youth, they seek the truth before they can die.
Teach your parents well, their children's hell will slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams, the one they fix,the one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry,
So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.
