This is the Mother and the Father
...of my friend Ingrid,
who is following this blog just like you are.
(Right Ingrid?)
She takes a look at it
every once in a while
when she is tired
after work.
(She teaches Swedish to kids
that have just come to Sweden.)
Ingrid was the one
that first made me think of
how the old are treated
compared to how the little children
are being cared for.
I admire her for how she CARES
for her old ones.
She gets in her car and drives
four hours to their house
every other weekend
and HELPS them.
Your parents are fortunate, Ingrid
to have a daughter like YOU!
These photos are taken by Ingrid and her husband Stefan.
P.S. her Father is on the right side and her Mother on the left side of the picture
...and her Mothers hair covers both of them.
18.5.08
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I often think about what will be, when my parents get old.
Sometimes it's clearly in front of me, sometimes it fades away. So, when it will come to the point of decision, I will have to look, how it will feel then. And I hope that the feeling of guilt won't be my mentor then, albeit it's always there...
It is not easy...it's not black and white...it's all about love!
Something that again and again helps me in different situations:
Steps/Hermann Hesse
As every blossom fades
and all youth sinks into old age,
so every life’s design, each flower of wisdom,
attains its prime and cannot last forever.
The heart must submit itself courageously
to life’s call without a hint of grief,
A magic dwells in each beginning,
protecting us, telling us how to live.
High purposed we shall traverse realm on realm,
cleaving to none as to a home,
the world of spirit wishes not to fetter us
but raise us higher, step by step.
Scarce in some safe accustomed sphere of life
have we establish a house, then we grow lax;
only he who is ready to journey forth
can throw old habits off.
Maybe death’s hour too will send us out new-born
towards undreamed-lands,
maybe life’s call to us will never find an end
Courage my heart, take leave and fare thee well.
Kram, dear!
Ingrid is a nice friend to have! Feel priviledged, I do. Roberta
i also liked the picture of you visiting your ancestors
You saw that, Mary? :)
i did Olga :)
i loved it*
these posts are beautiful.
love what you write, it is so easy to forget others, we are so bound in our own selfishness--or "BUSY" !
thanks for the remind.
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