tiggerspoohbear
Posts: 19141
Joined: 6/27/2010 Status: offline
|
My dad was great, not my mom. My sister, although 2 1/2 yrs younger was always the one I was compared against. I may not have liked her much, but I did love her, she was my mom. I lost her almost 4 yrs ago, and even if we hadn't made up, I do miss her every day. I'm lucky that my dad met his g/f less than a year after my mom passed, and she's the mom I wish I had. But mine did the best she could with what she had. Raised small town French Catholic where the priest in the town over-rode the mayor and any other higher ups, religion was what she knew. And I didn't live up to that image until she got sick. I'm glad my dad outlasted her, as sad as it it for me to say so, but she had no friends, relied on my sister and me and it would have been pure hell. Before we lost my BIL to ALS 2 1/2 yrs ago, he told her that if my dad went first there was no way in hell my mom was moving in with them, he would have had to divorce my sister. She realized the same thing. And there was no way I could have lived with her, I'd be in jail today or awaiting trial.
_____________________________
"RABBIT IS GOOD, RABBIT IS WISE". "I'm a baaa-aaad pussycat".
|