Growing up I idolized my Dad. He always had a way with people and everyone seemed to like him. And Mom worshipped him.
He worked hard to provide for us, a mason by trade. We really didn’t have much but you would never know it. I never felt the need for things. We had each other and enough to be happy as a family. And we were.
We had our struggles at times, mostly stemming from my Mom’s illnesses – illnesses that she eventually succumbed to in 1989. Mom’s loss devastated us, particularly my Dad.