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2 years ago
Last Friday was my 66 birthday, I was looking through a few things Linda gave me after Dad died. His knife, his watch and a few other things that he prized... One was a small unassuming envelope... it was a notice of my birth...
For those that are unaware it used to be a custom to send out notices of birth to friends and family when you had a new child. Today well it just hits social media but again I was born before there was anything known as social media.
It's nice to know that Dad had kept that for all the years I've been plugging away at life. With all our arguments and fights over the years... the years we never talked to each other because I had been disowned by the family for being me so I could stay alive.
Yes life has been rough to me, I've got plenty of scars to show for it both physically and emotionally. But I wouldn't change anything if I could because it made me into who I am now.
Dad and I became very close the last 10 or so years of his life, I would learn he was the proudest of me because I walked my path many time alone. I didn't give up on what I knew was right for me.
I kept the door open to family even after family slammed it in my face... It's odd how you grow up being told how important family is, yet when you stop being what they expect you to be to them you get tossed aside...
No blood only makes us related... Loyalty is what makes us family!
I think I best leave it at that...
Blessing all be safe out there.
For those that are unaware it used to be a custom to send out notices of birth to friends and family when you had a new child. Today well it just hits social media but again I was born before there was anything known as social media.
It's nice to know that Dad had kept that for all the years I've been plugging away at life. With all our arguments and fights over the years... the years we never talked to each other because I had been disowned by the family for being me so I could stay alive.
Yes life has been rough to me, I've got plenty of scars to show for it both physically and emotionally. But I wouldn't change anything if I could because it made me into who I am now.
Dad and I became very close the last 10 or so years of his life, I would learn he was the proudest of me because I walked my path many time alone. I didn't give up on what I knew was right for me.
I kept the door open to family even after family slammed it in my face... It's odd how you grow up being told how important family is, yet when you stop being what they expect you to be to them you get tossed aside...
No blood only makes us related... Loyalty is what makes us family!
I think I best leave it at that...
Blessing all be safe out there.
o/~You've been through the fires of hell/and I know you got the ashes to prove it.o/~
Walk your own path, I was told long ago. We do that indeed.
Vix
Happy late Birthday.
My father was never disappointed in me. Even when I dropped out of college (the first time through) I explained to him why, and he told me he was glad I did it. He understood that I could never be happy on that path. Eventually, I was the second of four kids to graduate college, and he and Mom were there for me.
He was never disappointed in me. My oldest brother... He never set a good example for the younger kids. Dad kept letting him move back home when he failed. Eventually Dad made it clear that rent and board would be part of the deal, and incensed, my elder brother did a rage quit. He eventually took up with a woman... but that's another story.
My sister became a nurse; our parents thought she was wonderful (and she is). My middle brother was first an auto mechanic and second an electronics technician. He has always been the best at what he did; conscientious and thorough. He's the one I live with.
Thank you for the kind words and birthday wishes.