Its been a little over a year that I’ve been roaming this earth without biological parental supervision.
(I’ve been busy building pillow forts, buying multi-colored cereal, and having nightly house parties.)
OK, I’m behind on the house parties, but lets be serious for a second: losing a parent, let alone both, is hard no matter what age you are when it happens.
Being in my mid twenties, I still feel slightly unprepared, somewhat “orphaned”, a little uneasy, and filled with questions for my parents.
Some of these questions are sentimental, some purely curious, but hopefully they won’t bore you to death because I’m posting them.
1) To my Mom: Where’s your wedding dress?
Seriously, I know its so very 80′s and dated, but I’d still like to know where it is. I’ve looked everywhere and almost put up a “missed connections” craigslist ad for it.
Cue picture of my parents wedding (yes, that’s me in it, I’m a bastard!)
2) To my dad: What’s your Netflix password?
Seriously, the TV in the house is hooked up to it, so its all set for me to indulge in “Arrested Development” and “Hous o Cards” except I don’t know the password! I tried every pet’s name, birthdays, etc.
On the bright side, I’m now a fan of Hulu.
3) To My Mom: So I like this boy…what should I do?
Being raised by my dad as a teen, my flirting skills suffered. I got along with guys better hence usually condemned to an eternity of “friend-zone”.
I also envy that my friends get to whine to their parents about their love lives or lack thereof. I feel uncomfortable sobbing to my friends when I’m my heart is broken because I think I sound obnoxious and whiny.
I miss having that older, wiser person that loves me unconditionally reminding me that I’m a worthy and lovable person, even in the “friend-zone”.
4) To both my parents: Do you want me to marry and have kids?
I’ve never bothered to ask my parents this because boys were the last thing on my mind when they were alive, but I am curious if my parents had a preference.
Did they want me to marry a doctor like most Jews do?
Did they even care if he WAS Jewish? (kinda doubt it, since my dad dated non-Jews after my mom passed away, or as I like to called them “goylfriends”)
Did they want me to have kids?
When it comes down to it, I don’t REALLY care about they thought about my future husband or the future of my ovaries.
Cause I’m pretty sure I know their answer: that I they should just do what makes me happy.
(and happiness is pretty much gettin busy in a pillow fort)
5) To Both My Parents: Can You Watch Out For Me?
Since losing both my parents, for the first time I’ve started to actually worry about me.
Maybe it’s a positive thing, maybe it sounds vain, but losing you guys made me want to live life so much more. I don’t know what happens when people die, but if you can do anything in making sure I get some time on this planet to do all that I want, please go ahead and do that.
What would you like to ask your parents (even they’re alive and well)?