When I read my daughter's blog I often think, "damn, I done good". That lasts for just a moment then I have to acknowledge I didn't do it by myself. I am incrediably proud of this young woman and her perspective on life and I wish I could take full credit for it but I can't. There have been many people who have influenced her as well as myself. It really does take a village whether it is to raise an idiot or a child. I had a lot of help raising this very easy to raise young lady.
September is the month that we said good-bye to what I feel like were two of the biggest influences in her life and mine. One was her daddy and the other was mine. Tomorrow marks the two year anniversary of the death of my husband. He was a good husband, father, and grandfather. As I told the children the night after he died, he wasn't perfect but he was perfect for me. There is not a day goes by that I don't think of him and time really does help heal the heart. But the healing is not an overnight process. On September 26 it will be 11 years since my daddy, her Papaw died and again not a day goes by that I don't think about him. When Bobby was sick I can remember wanting so very badly to just be able to talk to my Daddy. But again time heals.
I remember these two men, faults and all, with joy, sorrow, and even sometimes self-pity but most of all with an undying love for them both. Both of these men taught me much and I am the better person for having had both of them in my life.
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