As I mentioned before, I have been going through old papers and such, and I keep finding memories; sometimes the memories are difficult but sometimes they’re much treasured! This is a little treasure that my sister, aka Pookie, sent me several years ago. The photo is of the two of us when we were kids. I’m the oldest. I don’t think our youngest sister was born yet. We were buds back then and we’re still great friends today!
Wow. I am finding some of my old writings and it’s a sorrowful glimpse into the past. My sisters, my Dad, and I had been through all kinds of hell with my mother and this particular piece I found really brought those memories to the surface. I wrote this about the time my parents finally got divorced andMom had left the state; she actually left when my youngest sister was still in high school. My poor Dad had been put through the wringer for so many years! I remember being fearful that I was going to be just like my mother and I didn’t want my kids to know that person.
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The Hag
I can’t think of a hug or a kiss that I care to remember from my dear, ‘sweet’ mother.
I remember the pain of feeling about one inch high because I didn’t do something exactly right.
I remember the pain when my mother left, but I never felt better when she had finally gone.
We all found peace of some kind, especially Dad, who is finally free.
I don’t think I can ever be free because I fear that I am her and she is me.
I want my kids to remember a loving mother, and not the hag I will turn out to be.
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Mom passed away after an auto accident about a year or so after she left. She was the type of person who defied anyone who told her what she could or couldn’t do and that included laws. She refused to wear a seatbelt because she said she shouldn’t have to if she didn’t want to. She said it was no one else’s business.
Tragically, she wasn’t wearing a seatbelt when she fell asleep at the wheel. (Mixing alcohol and medication will do that to a person, as well as impair your ability to make sound decisions…she wasn’t good at that in the first place.) She was thrown from her truck and died instantly.
Such a very sad time, but in my heart, I knew something was going to happen because of the way she had chosen to live her life.
Ok, so this list is not complete….but after the day I had, it just felt like the right thing to do! Ha! Here are 20 ways to NOT be an asshole!
I could go on forever and I may continue at a later date. What would you add to the list?
I laugh out loud while I’m all alone quite often. It’s normally because I’ve seen something hilarious on Facebook. I have funny friends! They share things that tickle my funny bone. My granddaughter (when she was 3) would hear me laugh and ask me, “What you so funny at?” I always feel the need to pass on the “funny” because who doesn’t like to laugh? If you have something funny you’d like to share (could be a joke, a meme, a photo, or maybe a funny story) please send them my way using the contact link at the upper right of the page. I will post them on Fridays!
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Here’s something from the home front….
Just yesterday: I came home from getting my hair cut and Dad greets me at the door. “Well, hello Poo Poo head,” he says. I respond with, ” Hello, Poo Poo Daddy.” Dad says, “That sounds like a good rapper name.” So, that’s his new nickname….for awhile anyway.
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I bust a gut every single time I see this!!
This one is quite familiar, as the “pulling of the finger” was common in my family!
Well, that’s all for this Friday’s Funnies! I hope you all have a great weekend!
Being Aunt Debbie 