As we face the end of a parent's life, sometimes we get very caught up in how life will be "after".
So, today, share with us a memory. Maybe your earliest memory of your mother or father, or one that represents their role in your life.
I'll start.
In a week, my father will have been gone six years.
One of the earliest memories I have is of him playing the guitar. That was a constant - music on an acoustic guitar. As a baby, I had three stuffed friends, and the rag dog was named TeeTah - my baby-speak for 'guitar'.
He played whenever he was home. He was a long-haul trucker for several years and so the guitar didn't go with him, but when he was home, it was as if that instrument grounded him, brought him back to us. He particpated in country/western bands with other local fellas, and in later years, my sister performed with him.
I can't imagine him without music, and to this day there are still songs that immediately bring him to mind.
Share a memory. What can you tell us about your parent?
