lanny's Blog

I was an only child. My daddy passed away in 1956, right before I turned 8 years old. I would be telling an untruth if I said I still don't miss him. However, I believe that I will see him again one day and it is holding on to that belief that keeps me going.
God bless you, Lanny!

Grandma: I'm so sorry to hear that. So young.

Yes, I was 11. In junior high in the 70's in Deer Park, parents didn't divorce, much less die. It was a very difficult time for my family. Since I was 18, I still send flowers to the church for the Mother's Day Sunday service, to be placed at the podium, and a memorium listed in the program dedicating the flowers to her.

It is probably that loss, at that age, that my brain cannot wrap around the thought that anyone would be disrespectful to their mother or their father. My father didn't make all of the right decisions after mom died, but he did the best that he could and I love him for that.

My mother's was sudden and unexpected in '73. It is definately an event that plays a part in the shaping of your life, but a time comes when it's important t0 not to blame who you are as adult on things that happened when you were a child. Once you're an adult, you bear responsibility for the person you are. Over the years, the memories become less painful for YOUR loss, and become somewhat sentimental in realizing the events SHE missed out on, such as her kids' weddings, her grandchildren, etc. and knowing how proud she would be, how much she would have spoiled her grandchildren, etc. As a child, it's very much a "what about ME?" situation. As you get older, you realize it wasn't about you at all.