I love going back, seeing the old pictures, remembering the memories.
Me in the stroller, my sister's Marleen, Barbara, my brother Lee, sister Debbie and my momTwenty plus years ago I might not have liked it, as it would surface ugly memories I really wanted to forget. However, through the grace of God and many years of therapy, I can now look back and only focus on the good things, and of course that healing began when we started a family.
Now don't get me wrong, my mother was always one to teach us girls all we needed to know.
Me, my sister Debbie and sister BarbaraMy father on the other hand, underminded her and was the one who created all the conflict. I must admit, for a few years, probably more like a decade, I was mad at her for many reason, from not divorcing him, to not protecting us. What I began to learn as an adult, she was as much a victum as everyone else. I then began to honor her, for her courage, her strength, her devotion to God. I use to think she sold us out to him for her relationship to God, leaving us alone, but that was no way the situation. She needed God, and He was there for her, to help her rise above all she had to deal with.
My sister Marleen, Me, sisters Debbie and Barbara, and brother Lee
Neighbor Cindy, me, sister Barbara and brother BillI was not an easy child for her as I rebelled from the disfunction and at one stage, thought I actually knew more then she did. How wrong I was and I am so grateful that through all of this, we grew closer together. So long as my dad was not around, I could cry, laugh, and share with my mother in many ways. Before she lost her battle with breast cancer, we were like a Mother and Daughter, just as we were suppose to be. As my daughter has said to me, I have said to her, "Because you loved me, I can love them" Thank you Mom for teaching me how to be a women, a mom and now a grandmother. I know you are watching over us.
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