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Every day I think of my parents who have passed on. I find myself sounding like them at times. I remember my father saying, at this time of year, “spring has sprung, the grass has riz. I wonder where the birdies is.” Or saying to someone who came for a visit to our home “Come in. Sit down. Sit on the floor and let your feet hang down.”
How I miss those days. In the ’60s I used to wear curlers in my hair to bed and I had this lacey cap I wore over them. My mom and dad used to say I had my pants on my head.
Looking back, there are so many things I wish I had said to them, so many things I wish I had done with them and for them. I would love to have just one more day. My Dad passed away first. I was with Mom and Dad at the hospital when Dad died. He was 97 and still as sharp as a tac. I remember the doctor asking him “Have you lived here all your life Mr. Hartman?”. My Dad’s response was “Not yet”. A sense of humour, and intelligent, right to the end. His body gave out.
Do me a favour on this Valentine’s Day. Hug your Mom and Dad. And remember “Spring has sprung, the grass has riz. I wonder where the birdies iz”.
Diane Hartman-Stoddart
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