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Yea, we're all fortunate we survived those years. If it wasn't for a Mother's love I suppose most of us wouldn't be hereThe look on Dad’s face from about the time I turned 12 till I was about 26 years old.
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Yea, we're all fortunate we survived those years. If it wasn't for a Mother's love I suppose most of us wouldn't be hereThe look on Dad’s face from about the time I turned 12 till I was about 26 years old.
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Glad I haven't ate yet.................Asbestos. Harsh name for a tortured soul!
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That little guy got a five head.Asbestos. Harsh name for a tortured soul!
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In the 70's surviving my mother's wrath was the issue. In the 80's I was fortunate to live in a small very sheltered town in southwest Oklahoma. I escaped all the big city peer pressures.Yea, we're all fortunate we survived those years. If it wasn't for a Mother's love I suppose most of us wouldn't be here
My Mom didn’t really know how to show love, hell I never thought she even liked me when I was growing up and most of my adult life. I found out when I was an adult that my grandfather was a mean SOB to her when she was growing up. I had already known she got hit by a car when she was 16, that plus the way she was treated is probably why she was the way she was. If it wasn’t for my Dad & my Grandparents I probably wouldn’t be here to tell it. I became a rowdy little bastard at about 12, that’s why I got shipped off to a military school for two years (‘71-‘73). Even though it did a world of good for me I sure as hell didn’t believe it at the time. Lol! Fortunately though my Mom and I reconnected when I was 58 and had a year and a half of some pretty decent times. When she was diagnosed with stomach & bladder cancer that had spread to her lungs in April of ‘18, her doctors gave her one freakin’ week to live. I brought her home with me and we had 7 really good days of laughs and good times, we grilled some steaks, she had an all meat pizza and hamburgers and chicken and ice cream, she had been a vegetarian for decades! Her two sisters, her friends and my cousins came down to see her and she had a blast, I even convinced her Trump wouldn’t destroy the world starting with the elderly, she was a whack a doodle waaaaaaaay left wing nutcase with a bad case of TDS but I think I got through to her at least a little. Seven really good days, then my wife and I helped her up off the couch that last night before she went unconscious for three days and she hugged us both real tight for a long time and just smiled said she loved us. Her last words to me were “I love you, I always have and I’m proud of the man, the father and husband you’ve become.“ That right there to me is the single greatest compliment a Mom could ever give to her son. I loved her too and now I miss her something awful. God I am so grateful for that time with her that last year and a half of her life, she passed quietly with my wife and I with her ten days after I brought her home from St. Joseph’s hospital.Yea, we're all fortunate we survived those years. If it wasn't for a Mother's love I suppose most of us wouldn't be here