Familily - Photo Hunt
I suspect the most of my blogger friends have tons of "Familiy Photos".
So does we - just go back in my humble blog.
But this photo of a painting made my dear Uncle Per in 1938 is very special for me.
It's my Mother and Father - still very young and 7 years before I was born. Our Summerhouse is just a few meters to the souht
They were in fact the Cradlle for my 4 kids.
You can see them all if checking my blog archives.
On October 22, well, Ruben. I can't help still crying: Urn Inerment.
It might sound selfish, but papa will never ever overcome ....
Labels: family phothunters
posted by TorAa at
10/18/2008 09:17:00 pm
11 Comments:
that is a beautiful painting of a place which is so very dear to you. i hope the beauty of the surroundings and the countless happy memories made there somehow make the sadness of rueben's internment bearable. nothing can ever take that pain away (it is simply against the natural order of things for a parent to bury a child) but i do wish you peace and comfort in such a difficult task.
The painting is beautiful, and you are lucky to have such a good momento, both of your childhood and your childrens. You know we feel for you Pappa. This isn't how its supposed to be. We are supposed to go before our children and not the other way around.
It's a lovely painting, Tor, and nice of you to show it on your blog.
As for mourning Ruben, it's not selfish...it's a heartbreaking loss. Children aren't meant to go before their parents...unfortunately it happens all too often, as you well know. So don't think you're selfish...you are grieving for a loved son who passed before his time.
Hugs to you.
This is a beautiful painting Tor...thank you for sharing it with us.
Tor...how in the world could you think you are selfish for mourning Ruben's death. My dear friend...this is the hardest loss any parent could EVER experience. It is the most difficult thing a parent can ever go through. The grief alone takes such a long time to get over dear Tor. There is no selfishness on your part...there never can be....ever. Much love to you dear friend.... ~Joy
My dearest Tor - I will think of you all day - here is a quote that always says so much to me - with love and hugs
“No one cries very much unless something of real worth is lost. Tears are the jewels of remembrance – sad, but glistening with the beauty of the past.” - James Peterson
May your memories comfort you and Anna and Ruben's mother as you take this next step on the path. xo
What a special and beautiful painting.
I think you should cry as much as you need to and as often.
You are clearly still enjoying your life which is what your son would want but I do think that we need to mourn in our own way without shame.
I admire you and your wife for sharing what you have went through. You are both such beautiful people and your son is lucky to have had you both for parents. His life was blessed with you both and yours as well by him. That is all that matters.
Love never dies.
This is a beautiful painting chargée de tant de souvenirs de famille. Ce qu'il t'est arrivé est si triste. La vie nous donne beaucoup et pourtant elle peut être aussi si cruelle. Il nous faut tant de courage pour affronter l'impossible. Je t'embrasse bien fort ainsi qu'Anna.
That is such a nice family painting. Very personal and memorable.
Selfish? No, not you and not with in this matter. It's perfectly NATURAL. It should just not be like this. These things should never happen anyone.
We're feeling with you.*sigh*
It's a beautiful painting, Tor!!!
and I feel your pain... remember the happy times you spent with Ruben. He doesn't want you to be sad, but it is only healthy to let your feelings flow...
I often think of this poem when I think of losing my Katie.
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"When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars."
--W. B. Yeats
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You see, dear friend. We learn to live again, but our hearts will never really be quite the same.
Hugs!
What a beautiful and special painting.
Dear Tor, it is not selfish in the least to miss your son. He is a part of you and always will be. I think of you often.
((Hugs))
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