Back to Normal

Just a quick note on last night’s blog entry. Most of the young parents that I know are what I would consider to be good parents. Truth to tell, I suspect they are better parents than I ever was, and if it weren’t for Louise, I suspect I would be visiting the kids in prison. The bottom line is that parents today are no different than the parents of my generation or the many generations preceding us. We all want the best for our kids and hope that they surpass us in every way imaginable. I am particularly lucky that my grand kids picked wonderful parents.

This morning, Louise woke up in a great deal of pain and at one point considered an ambulance ride to the hospital would be in her future. Thankfully, she improved throughout the day and is more or less back to normal now. It is quite an awful feeling to see someone you love in pain and not be able to do anything about it. There is an old movie called “Resurrection” in which the woman finds she has the ability to heal physical ailments by first taking them onto herself. I often wish I had this ability whenever Louise is sick or one of the kids of course.

I’m sure Louise is glad that I can’t do this because then she would have to listen to my whining and complaining while she nursed me back to health.

Like a lot of men I don’t know what I would do without my wife. There are times when I think I’d like to find out, but I know it wouldn’t be fun. I thought today about mortality and how it would affect my life. I thought of when my dad died and just how devastated mom was, and how terrible I felt when mom passed on. My friend told me of how his dad woke up one morning to find his wife was lifeless in bed beside him. I’d like to think that I could and can deal with most things, but I suspect I will become something of a hermit if left by myself.

I have always assumed that I will be the one to die first. Louise comes from a family that seem to cling to life and live plenty long enough to be burdens to the kids. I have the Harrison family bible and I entered the names and dates into a cheap ancestry program once. One of the stats that I was able to calculate is that on average my family lived into their twenties. So far I have been kicking ass!

There was a time in my life when I wanted to live forever, but as I get older I am getting more and more curious as to what happens after this life, if anything. Should be pretty interesting. I want to hang around long enough for Hurricane and Tornado to become the young men I know they will be. Much longer than that isn’t going to be fun. It is far too soon to think these thoughts for anyone that I love and for myself.

I’m just glad that my love is back to normal more or less.