by Tammy Drennan
I want to share two things in this short post. First, my dear husband of 26 years passed away on May 16, 2010 at home, surrounded by his family, of complications of a disease called progressive supranuclear palsy. I cannot begin to say how much we miss him. Time may heal but my heart is breaking right now.
Second, I want to encourage every one of you to cherish your families, to work to make them havens of love and strength. The greatest blessing of these last few years with my husband was the closeness, support and help of my sons. The greatest memories, already, are the endless hours we felt privileged to spend helping and nurturing my husband, who was no longer able to speak and was so very childlike in so many ways.
You know that our current society and culture do not contribute much to close families, to the sort of love that will sustain all members of a family when times turn bad. Whatever you must do to achieve it, do not let this society and culture define your family. Decide for yourself how you want to rear your children. Read, consider, discuss, then make your own choices and dismiss the definitions and processes pressed upon you by neighbors, advertisers, entertainers, industries, special interests, and politicians.
Family is too precious and too important to concede even a little to definitions we know are wrong. It is too dear to place in the hands of people we hardly know and have no sane reason to trust.
I have seen firsthand over the past years the helpless elderly abandoned by grown children. I have seen the strong place their wants repeatedly over the needs of the weak. I have seen example upon example of the society we are creating that would break your heart, I hope.
I have also seen examples of love and devotion that stand stark against the norm. They inspire me — there is still hope. But the day is fading. We need strong families if we hope to live in a world that places any value at all on lives that have lost their youth and shine, their entertainment value and their ability to fund our cravings.
Love your family and draw close. Don’t wait.
In loving memory of my husband, Dwight Drennan,