I was nine years old when my daddy died. I really did not comprehend the finality of that at the time. I had not even seen him for over two weeks. I just wanted to tell him that I loved him and I missed him. They said he was gone. It took a few years for that to really sink in. Why didn't someone sit down with me and talk about the fact that I would never see him again. I will never know the answer to that.
Just before my 16th birthday my mother married her third husband. He was a man from her past; someone she had known most of her life. He had four grown daughters, and at that time 6 grandchildren. We (my mother, her husband, and I) had to get accustomed to living in the same house together. He had to understand that things were a certain way in our home, and he could not come blustering in and interfere with some things. Once we understood each other everything settled down.
he was old, and gentle, and kind.... and he loved his daughters and their husbands, and their families...
And we had some good talks, now and then, when my mother was out..... and the three of us together.
I miss his concertina. He played The Missouri Waltz on his concertina. (just the melody) A lot....
Now we did visit with his daughters and their families quite a bit, which was fine. In retrospect: I thank the Lord for that. I am thankful that I have known his grandchildren nearly their entire lives.
These are my people. I will always call them my nieces and nephews,...even the ones I don't get to see very often. These are the warm, generous, and loving family that some of us could only dream of.... pleasant holidays, filled with love and laughter. These are my people. I love them. I would do anything for them.
I am so grateful that those who live nearby do include me. Every major holiday and most of the birthdays.... I am so thankful to be included.
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pleasant holidays, filled with love and laughter......
you know who you are. thank you. from my heart, thank you.
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