Love of a parent never wavers or dies – a story of a father and son

A story about a father and son as told to my children and me by my husband.

My Father

“I know your mother was surprised when she arrived in Heaven and found only two of her three deceased children waiting for her.” My father gave me a wink and his familiar smile.

“I’m sure someone filled her in on what happened to me,” I answered.

The old man just smiled. I saw my dad one last time in 1913. He was 89 years old and fragile. He’d been born in 1824, come to California in 1849 with a wife and two small children in tow. I’d been born on the way out in Panama. After they arrived in Sacramento  six more children were added to the family.

They’d come out with your parents, your grandparents, who were their closest friends. The men were business partners. Both of the wives were pregnant. My mother with me and your mother with your brother Maxwell. Max and I grew up together and were best friends. More children came for both families. Business thrived. The families thrived. All was good.

My father looked into my eyes and smiled sadly. “When you became ill it was different. They were different. There all the time. Max never left your side. He was in such grief. His father was so serious. He had been my closest friend for 30 years and I’d never seen him so angry and frustrated or concerned. I should have known they were different. They never aged. They never became ill. Their injuries healed five times faster than others. The two they called the Elders looked like they were barely adults. But I just thought it was their happiness and luck to stay so young. You don’t look a day over 26 and you’re 62. People die of old age when they’re 62.”

My heart broke when he said that to me. “Dad, I didn’t choose to go away. I thought I would go mad I missed you so much.”

Dad smiled trying to avoid anything too emotional. “You know that girl of yours got married 6 months after you died. She couldn’t wait to get hitched.”

“So I hear. She has had a joyful life without me.” She did indeed and I was glad for her.

“You’re better off with someone else Teddy. She would have bored you to death. How about Juliette? Is she still around.”

“On and off.” Well we were on and off. I wished it had been more on but you know how it was back then.

My dad gave me a grave look. “Make it on sooner or later or she’ll be gone. Give me your hand. You’re cold.”

“I’m alive, in my own way.”

“I read a story about a machine that could go through time. That is you, only you don’t have a machine and you can only go forward.”

“You know what I am.” I had to bring up the subject. I had to get it out in the open.

“You’re no Dracula. I’ve read that one too. Completely unlike the Vampires I know. Son, it was clear that my friends were not like me. They never aged. The avoidance of sun and other daylight activities. Their children grew up and took on an air about them. Finally one day I cornered them and asked. I suspected they’d been cursed or blessed or something in between, but then again that could describe most of us.”

He gave my hand a squeeze. “But you have to realize that at first I was in disbelief. I was horrified that my friends survived on the blood of others until I understood the complexities of their biology and culture.”

He continued to hold my hand as we sat for a few moments and watched the sun set over the oaks.

“That is a beautiful sight Teddy. I love those trees. Promise me Teddy that you’ll do good. Make a difference. You’re in good graces with the community of Vampires. I can’t see you as evil because my friends are the best people I’ve ever known. They’d do anything for my family. They kept you out of harms way. Those who changed you were evil and it still breaks my heart but you’re not a man of shadows.”

We saw each other for the following three weeks until one night the old man fell asleep peacefully in his sleep and went to be with my mother.

No matter what befalls a child the love of a parent never wavers or dies. The love of a child for his father will last longer than any lifetime. For all that is good in the world comes from the generations of love that lingers and lives on long after we are all gone.

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~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

What we’re talking about – You never have to make an excuse for loving and supporting your children (and other issues)

What we’re talking about…

In the mornings I have NPR (National Public Radio) on and we discuss the stories (the kids and I).  If something boring or especially annoying comes on we might change to music. BUT we discuss what we hear on the radio…and other things. Today we’re talking about all kinds of things, not just what is on the radio.

Rob and Will Portman, Gay Marriage and accepting your kids for who they are.

This isn’t just about having a gay child – it is about loving and supporting your child no matter what. It is about listening and learning. It is about love. Say it again – IT IS ABOUT LOVE. IT IS ABOUT LISTENING.

Upon learning his son is gay Senator Rob Portman said he now supports Same Sex Marriage. Some asshats said “NO HE CAN”T CHANGE HIS MIND”. Sure he can. Senator Portman can change his mind. Change is good. Change shows growth. Those who can’t change are usually hypercritical jerks.

Change isn’t just politics. It can mean you can change where you live, what kind of music you like, your faith, your friends, or anything else you want to change. It isn’t a bad thing. Change means growing and learning and living.

Rob Portman put his family first. I’m now standing up and cheering for him.

The teens asked, “Why don’t they interview any of the bands we like on NPR?”

Hmmm. Maybe we need to ask them. Hey NPR folks why don’t you interview the guys from Black Veil Brides, Never Shout Never, Panic at the Disco or ask My Chemical Romance why the adventure is ending?  They only interview (according to my kids) boring bands that people in their 30’s with bad hair listen to. Hmmmm. I have to say I’m not thrilled by a lot of people they feature (it makes my ears hurt) and I do believe, take that back, I know my kids have complex and refined tasted in music.

They DID like the story about all of the John Denver Covers. That was nice. I saw him in concert a long long long time ago and it was one of the best concerts I’ve ever been to. Yes I sang along to every song. Get over it. It was great.

Someone asked: Why am I still hungry after eating a pound of grilled squash? That was not on the news and I don’t have an answer to that question.

Why do the Sacramento Kings suck? Not like Vampires but the way the entire issue has everyone’s panties in a wad.  How come we never hear about what the players want? Do they want to stay in town? I don’t know the answers there. We don’t discuss it and we’re really tired of it. A new arena would be nice – so just please somebody make up your freaking mind about it and DO SOMETHING. It doesn’t take 34,000 studies and committees. Make up your mind already. College basketball was on for all of the males in the house but I don’t pay attention. I’m ALL about baseball – GO GIANTS! GO RIVERCATS.

We think Miss Vonn needs to dump Tiger before her fans leave her out in the cold.

Why are Vampires always featured in popular fiction with blood dripping down their chins? That is so gross. We’d never do that. Sigh. Modern Vampires are a little more polite and the dry cleaning bills alone discourage that sort of behavior.

And from the peanut gallery:  I want a manatee, a mouse, a rat, a hedgehog, a baby buffalo, a pug, a white French bulldog, your car when I turn 16 and a white sun dress.

I’ll let you have the sundress and maybe the car. I’ll have to think about the rest.

Have fun this week and remember TALK WITH and LISTEN TO your kids!

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

Vampire Teens of Olden Days (still having fun after all these years)

Vampire Teens of Olden Days (still having fun after all these years)