My mother was the most kind, loving and patient mother a
young child could have. She treated me with trust and respect and taught me to
be compassionate to others. We were very close when I was growing up, talking
over everything. She was a person who loved babies, and babies loved her. She
worked hard as a legal secretary. She adored her grandchildren, but issues and
illness prevented her from having a close relationship with them.
No dad ever worked harder than mine in to support his
family. Telephone lineman, installer and cable repairman…he did hard work out
in the weather. Daddy was tough but a real softie inside. He taught me sincerity and integrity. He never
hid who he was—what you saw was what you got. I always knew they loved me—they
told me so and showed me in so many ways.
The marriage and money issues, anger and alcohol abuse in
their lives caused me heartache and complicated the quality of our lives and
relationships, but I loved them dearly and was loved by them.
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