A Tribute to My Parents
My husband and I decided to put our mirror back on our dresser the other day. So he goes and pulls it out. To my amazement, there was a picture, still clinging to it. It was a picture of my parents, who are no longer with me. The picture was taken probably about 15 years ago.
It did my heart good to see them together. They were dancing, cheek to cheek, all dressed up. They must have been at a wedding. They looked so happy and healthy. The picture meant so much to me because when I was growing up, I didn't see much affection between them and when they had past away they were both very ill.
When I look at mom, I am so proud of her. I feel honor to have had her for a mother. She was a very brave woman. She had a difficult life over here. First of all she spoke no English and then she raised four little ones all under the age of 5 with little support. She did have one thing going for her. My grandfather loved her. She left her country and family, to come to this one to start a new life with dad. They had met in the service in Germany. Mom was wonderful, she loved unconditionally, anybody and anyone was welcome in our home, or at the dinner table. Half the time we didn't know who was there. When I look at my father, I see a tall, strong, handsome family man who loved to have fun and worked hard.
I love this snapshot because this is how I see my parents now. In heaven, with new healthy bodies, loving on each other, enjoying each other’s company; celebrating their new life in Christ
by Kathy Grayczyk 
My husband and I decided to put our mirror back on our dresser the other day. So he goes and pulls it out. To my amazement, there was a picture, still clinging to it. It was a picture of my parents, who are no longer with me. The picture was taken probably about 15 years ago.
It did my heart good to see them together. They were dancing, cheek to cheek, all dressed up. They must have been at a wedding. They looked so happy and healthy. The picture meant so much to me because when I was growing up, I didn't see much affection between them and when they had past away they were both very ill.
When I look at mom, I am so proud of her. I feel honor to have had her for a mother. She was a very brave woman. She had a difficult life over here. First of all she spoke no English and then she raised four little ones all under the age of 5 with little support. She did have one thing going for her. My grandfather loved her. She left her country and family, to come to this one to start a new life with dad. They had met in the service in Germany. Mom was wonderful, she loved unconditionally, anybody and anyone was welcome in our home, or at the dinner table. Half the time we didn't know who was there. When I look at my father, I see a tall, strong, handsome family man who loved to have fun and worked hard.
I love this snapshot because this is how I see my parents now. In heaven, with new healthy bodies, loving on each other, enjoying each other’s company; celebrating their new life in Christ
by Kathy Grayczyk 
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