The older I get, the more I realize how lucky I was as a child. I had two wonderful parents who loved me and never gave me a moment of doubt about it. Sometimes it seems that makes me an outlier when I hear friends share their painful and conflicted histories with their parents. So I am lucky. Even though they are both gone, I am lucky I have only the loss of missing them, undiluted by unresolved hurt and anger. Still Father’s Day and Mother’s Day are hard days for me. I miss them. Continue reading
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