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I haven't had a Dad story in a while ...
My parents were divorced before I turned six.
As mentioned earlier, I was in boarding school at age eight. Every weekend either my Mom or Dad would pick me up for the weekend. I remember many limos lined for girls. I remember so many girls were not that lucky.
One cold weekend, (age 8) I was at my Dad's.
He was in the bathroom shaving and I was reading a book on the table, standing too close to a portable space heater.
I remember my Dad always saying ..."don't worry about things you can't control." The German word for worry means to strangle. The Greek word means to divide the mind. And, I have read and am paraphrasing: that worry creates a hole in the mind, into which all other thoughts are drained.
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4 comments:
Always love your dad stories. I took my brother out on Monday for breakfast: him complaining all the way. He said he would just have a coke as his stomach was upset. But at iHop, the photos on the menu are very appealing. So he wanted the two blueberry pancakes and a coke. Fine. Then when the food came he said he should have ordered only one pancake, two was too much. I explained that he didn't have to finish it all. He could either eat half of the two together or just take the top one with the compote off and eat it. Then I remembered a silly thing our dad used to say. "Eat what you can, and what you can't, can". So I said it out loud and asked if he remembered how many times we heard that and I still don't actually know what it means, except people did a lot more canning of food back then. And BTW: Chuck did eat all the pancakes!
Jacki, your dad was a hero and he loved you so much.To remember this love is like a warm coat keeping one safe. Isn't it?
I should have known your dad'y saying "don't worry about things you can't control" earlier in my life. Now I'm trying this but it's so hard after worrying about things for decades. But at least I try and sometimes it works. It's never too late to learn something new.
Again, this is such a wonderful blog full of love and wisdom. Thanks, Jacki. Also thanks for your kind reply on my yesterday's comment.
Bless you Carole, nobody knows how difficult it is to be a care keeper, until you do it? I think it is to teach us patience and to tech those we care for that they cared for. Hard as it is, I think they have the harder part, by a little. You do so much for others, please take care of you. Wee all need you.
Thank you dear Elenor, I really appreciate your support. It is Day 29 of my adventure and I am feeling overwhelmed, but need to get it done. I am glad you liked the Dad storied, I'll try to add another before too long. Thanks again, please take good care.
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