I had business in that end of town, and just stopped by. I had been wanting to do so for quite a while. My parents will be 87 each next month. I wanted to thank them for everything they have done for me and taught me (sans JW stuff). I was adopted and know enought about my siblings lives to know that I was much better off.
I havent seen them in over 10 years. Last time I brought my husband #3 to be to introduce him. My dad totally ignored my fiance and never once put down the paper he was reading. My mom, ever the cordial one.
I figured either 1) they would not let me in and tell me to go away, 2) not answer the door even though they were home, or 3) answer, let me in, my mom be pleasant and my dad thump me when he got the chance.
It was 3. But my dad was very pleasant and never once thumped! So unlike him. Well, he is old. Has had a rough time with losses from diabetes, and he's a bit child-like.
All in all it was a wonderful visit. I thanked each for the things they taught me: My mom for teaching me to sew, and for patience in sewing to rip out and redo, and for teaching me patternmaking and design. My dad for turning me loose in his workshop and showing me how to use his power tools. For teaching me how electricity and plumbing and cars work, and for showing me how to read maps, and electrical/electronic schematics. All of which I've used in business, especially my 15 years in the computer industry.
I kept welling up in tears: when the heart overflows with gratitude, it comes out the eyeballs.
They want me to come back and keep coming back. Even "my Kevan" is welcome! They've changed. "Time wounds all heals" is so true.