Mum and Dad were the nucleus of our family. As kids we looked to them for guidance, support and help……… with our homework, boyfriends and the ‘joys’ of growing up.
Even when we all married and started lives away from the parental home, Mum and Dad were always there, dependable and solid.
I remember family Christmasses, Easter dinners, Summer Picnics, fruit gatherings for wine and a host of other things with Mum and Dad at the centre of them all.
They were fun times, and I suppose the closest I’d ever get to living like a Walton.
When Dad died, everything changed. We were all on our second marriages by then and the parental home was no more.
The nucleus hadn’t divided but stalled and although Mum was still at the head of our generative family tree, she was no longer the centre of it and the nuclear family no more than a dream.
I hope you are close to your siblings and extended family of uncles, aunts, cousins and grandparents.
Times change, we grow up and apart, drifting away from the people but holding the memories close, but in private, each of us remembering differently things we once shared as one.