I'll Dream A Little...Of Them...
Mama Cass Elliot - "Dream A Little Dream Of Me"
Is not she completely adorable? And that voice? No lip-syncing there, all live, baby!
Will and I have finally put away all of the Christmas decorations and the house seems much larger than it has for the past month. We were listening to this song last night and I was reminiscing about my parents' visit. There is more to tell you about our trip and I promise that I will. In the meantime, today marks a week since they've been gone.
I'm trying to catch up on laundry, but am finding myself reluctant to wash the bed sheets that they slept on. I can faintly smell my Mom and Dad. I close my eyes and press the sheets harder against my face hoping that I'll be able to smell them just a little bit more clearly...I can see them in my mind's eye...just not as vivid as I wish.
I'm so grateful for the 3 weeks that we spent together. It was truly wonderful and it was an immense gift. And I don't want to diminish that at all, but I miss them terribly. Somehow I never seem quite whole when they're not with me. Like something is just out of reach, or just not completely full, or the lights aren't turned all the way up. Something is just slightly...off.
So, I'll dream a little...and for the moment, I'll feel the coolness of the sheets against my face and smell the faint, lovely remnants of them and wish that I were 10 again...wrapped safely in my parents' arms.
Stumble It!
posted by Kevin Charnas | 3:14 PM
30 Comments:
I know what you mean. Sometimes I will try to imagine them gone and can't imagine how I will make it. Clearly, I will need to earmark that time for the sanitorium.
so sweet! I hope my boy loves me that much when he gets older!
DON'T! Why are people tryna make me cry today?
ARG!
(That was beautiful, Kevin.)
-snif-
What an amazing tribute to your parents. I know EXACTLY what you mean. I thought I was the only other adult who still sniffed the pillow her mother slept on to take in her scent.
PS--One of my favorite songs of all time!!!!
Oh, Kevin, you're right to treasure every moment, every leftover scent, the sound of their voices. I miss my Mom and Dad so much. I had them for 56 years, but it wasn't enough. There is never enough time.
My daughter lets me know how she treasures me. My son . . . well, he's a guy, you know. I tried to raise him to be unashamedly sensitive, but the world got hold of him, I suppose.
I hope you TELL them, out loud, how you feel. You're a special son to do so.
Ah, what a great song. I was introduced to it in the film Beautiful Thing back in 96. Loving the work.
Absolutely fantastic.
That was great. Love you for that.
I'm glad I haven't gotten around to putting on makeup yet... Damn, that was sweet.
I still have my parents too, but I don't know how long. They both have health issues that are scary to me (though they just keep on trucking). The smell of lavender will always make me think of mom - and woodshavings my dad.
Very sweet indeed...
Mama Cass. That's how I can sing when I dream.
Our family didn't have a get together this year for Christmas. 40 years (that I know of) we've had one; not so this year.
My cousins and I are rebelling and demanding something next year. So I feel you with the missing family thing.
*big hug*
I had the best Christmas present ever this year, I spent it with my family, the first for over a decade. I actually got to see the Captain on Christmas day instead of a phone call. The only sad bit was that I didn't have my mum there. Make the most of it.
It's great how close you are to your parents.
Wow! That is so sweet. I hope my son feels that way about me one day!
Lisa
That's great you feel so close to your parents. I'm sure you know, that it's precious and special and to be treasured.
I know exactly how you feel. I hope they know it too!!
There is nothing that even comes close to replacing the comfort of your parent's arms.
Simply lovely.
Carrie
Oh yeah, I forgot to say that you blow me away...in a good way!! :)
Carrie
And here I thought I was the only one that got a big case of melancholy after parting from my parents and family for that matter! Great post!
Yay!!! You're back!!! Making me cry!!!
Oh, Kev, my heart breaks for you, sweetie. I'd give my right arm to miss my parents like you do. Okay, maybe not my right arm. SOMETHING. A toenail maybe?
Seriously, though, you are a parent's dream. If my kids grow up to appareciate me even half as much as you appreciate yours, I will die a happy woman.
Welcome home. Missed you much.
That's so beautiful! ::sniff sniff::
I keep a bottle of that hideous 80's cologne Giorgio---something my dad wore all the time.
Whenever I'm missing him terribly I take a big whiff.
finally someone who wouldn't mock me or think i need therapy because i'm very close to my parents. isn't it wonderful to love them so much? even though they're super odd and produce many good stories, we love em. awwww.
i got to visit my rents today and it was a good thing. they stick by me and i'm sure yours do, too.
Sniff... (That was me crying, not smelling my parents' pillow - although I do that too.) It's nice to know I'm not the only adult who feels this way. Deep down we never really grow up, do we? (In a good way.)
My mom recently sent me a care package with maternity clothes (basically her clothes which are larger sized) and one jacket has her perfume scent. I can't wash it.
Awwww.
I know what you mean. I talk to my mom every day and she lives pretty close to us. I can't imagine moving away from her.
Very, very sweet.
Ahhhhh....
So when are you guys going to visit them????
I know what you mean. I get to see my mom every 2 or 3 years and I do the same thing.
I miss my mommy.
Kevin that is so sweet of you. u know I did the same things that u did (smell the bed sheet)when my boyfriend back to Hong Kong. so good to know that I am not alone :)
I really do know what you mean ....
*hugs ya*
I need to know ... did they bring their gun?
That's lovely. Your parents did a great job with you, and you are lucky to have each other.
It's so rare and wonderful to meet an adult who openly adores his parents. Usually, they are blamed for everyone's problems.
I do the same thing. I wish my parents didn't live so far away. Sometimes I need to see them just to replenish who I am.
I don't know what I'll do when they're gone.
oh shoot now i'm crying too, dammit. also my ear keeps popping, what in the hell is up with that?
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