About ten days ago Laura and I were talking about some of the things we wanted to do when we got to Florida and scuba diving came up. It is something she has always wanted to do. I have been a certified scuba diver since 1992. My parents, who are avid scuba divers, decided it would be a good idea for me to become certified as well. I actually enjoy it a lot. It'a amazing the things you see when you are 50-60 feet under water.
I thought it would be a good idea for me to have my scuba diving card just in case Laura decided to try scuba diving. This way I could go along with her, etc. I realized that I don't have my scuba car. Keep in mind, the last time I was scuba diving was 1995. As soon as my ex and I got married I stopped scuba diving. He didn't like water that much, so I stopped diving when we would go on vacation. And he had NO interest in becoming certified.
I realize my parents have my card. I do something that I really don't want to do. I email my Mother and ask her to send me my card. Instead of getting a response from her, I get an email from my Dad. He said that he was unable to find the card, but gave me insturctions on getting a replacement. He also suggested that I take a refresher course. (I had planned on that) The entire email was matter of fact. No emotion involved in the email at all. He also said that he would mail me my dive log book. It's a book where I have kept track of all my dives. I email him back and thank him for the information. At the end of the email I wrote, "my door is always open if you want to talk and work on our relationship". I received no response from his email.
Yesterday I got my dive log book in the mail. There was no note, nothing, just the book.
In the past two years there have been occasions when I have had to contact my parents for things; past tax paperwork, dive book, car crash. One day there will be no need for me to call my parents for anything. Are they ready for that day? Are they ready for the day when I stop calling all together. Are they ready for the day when I don't remember what it's like to have them as my parents?
Last weekend in the midst of our "mini" family crisis, Laura and I were down at her parents house. Her Mom and I were in the kitchen talking and Laura and her Dad were in the living room talking. Laura later told me that her Father said, "You know that young lady sitting in the kitchen with your Mom? I love her as much as I love you Laura".
Are my parents ready for the day when I have no good memories left of them?