When Daddy became ill, I would drive 189 miles every week to visit him, and Mother knew the reason for my weekly visits…….it was my time with my Daddy. And I don’t regret what I am, even though I could have made some wiser choices in my life. Therefore, I became somewhat of a gentle beast….somewhere between Jesus and John Wayne. She taught me how to treat others….to turn the other cheek….to be nice, but there was another teacher, my Father who taught me how to be strong and how to fight. She taught me how to sing, TRIED to teach me to play the guitar, and taught me how to live, even though I had a mind of my own. At four feet eleven inches, my Mother was a GIANT to me and to everyone who knew her.
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