She smiled as she said the words and went on to tell me how talking with and hearing stories told by his close friends at her dad's memorial helped her to know the fun, funny, adventurous, trouble-maker side of her father.
"How sad..." is what I thought to myself as I listened to her. Such a shame that she didn't learn such things, that she couldn't enjoy his true self while he was alive.
I hope I never say such a thing about my parents.
My parents are my best friends. It wasn't always that way. When I was a kid, they were my parents; exactly what they should have been. We got along well, but they were still parents. At that time, their job wasn't to be my friend. Now that I'm raised, (and just between me and you, I think they did a stand-up job with me) they can just be themselves. (Although, I have to admit that occasionally I still get the stern "Jamie Lynn!" from my mom.)
The fact is, my parents are pretty awesome. Randy, the kids and I go on vacations with them. Yes, they help out with the girls, but we really enjoy their company. As a matter of fact, Randy and I started vacationing with them long before we had kids!
|Vacation in Virginia Beach ~ 2011|
The four of us have a lot in common. Randy and my dad love to cook, and they're really good at it. Luckily, Mom and I love to eat! And, oh boy, do we eat well when we're together. We all have the same sense of humor and fun personalities and we enjoy some of the same activities. No, my parents don't run, but not for my lack of trying!
I realize that not everyone has this type of relationship with their parents. I have friends who talk to their parents every other week or so. I talk to my mom at least twice a day. Some might call it odd, I call it special. Maybe it's because they're young, in their 50s, or maybe it's because they are just that awesome.
Someday, in the