fascinating! Now that both parents are gone for a few years, I think I was closer to Mom but miss Dad’s counsel so much. What a wise man. I resented my mom for may years for being a product of her times - thought she needed a man for evertything and thought of herself only as my father’s wife. I now realize that that was her idemtity and made her the sweet, loving person, she was. I wish she could have understood me better. How did that dependent, unsure person raise such an independent, confident daughter as me?

neither…my dad’s parents raised me until my grandpa passed away when i was 7…i had a pair of those 1950’s parents who knew nothing about child rearing in spite of doctor spock..ouch!!!

My parents divorced in 1965 when I was 2 years old. My father disappeared from my life altogether when I was about 4 years old. He has 3 other children from 2 other women and abandoned them as well. My mother is likely an undiagnosed raging bipolar - at any rate she is most definitely a mentally ill narcissistic woman who, although she provided me with the basic necessities, abused and isolated me from almost all extended family or consistent family friend contact. So which was most important to me? My father. Abandoning your children is a horrible act and he could have been more noble - but if you are unfit to be a parent it is better to walk away. I honestly wish that my mother had had the clarity and generosity to give me up for adoption at some point.

Dad did the low down thing that men can do—denies that he has any children at all. Denies both his first wife, his first three kids, denies marrying my mom, denies me. Wow isn’t that so low down? But I grew up without him, and, found him in my adulthood and got that letter in the mail when all I did was call him to say “hi.” Wanted to say the word “dad.” I would have done for him, I have a great job, and he’s like 78 today so I would have helped him—he said go away and I never contacted him again. My mom? Not one of those women who should have had children. Just not emotionally built for the job and responsibility. Women, we ALL aren’t supposed to procreate. So my great Aunt Sally, 65 at the time, treated me like I was the most, best special child, spoiled me rotten, and, I never went without. Grew up with the finer things in life, and, growing up, I don’t crave those things. I just like my books and music, few Sara Lee pies. Thanks Aunt Sally. I hope you know, you made me feel so cared for.

Both of my parents are my heroes. My Mother for being who she is, a goofy, fun loving person and my Dad for being there ALWAYS and is also goofy and fun loving. Mom just finished a year and a half of chemo, radiation and surgery for breast and ovarian cancer. Dad was there every step of the way and showered her with all the care and love she deserves and needs. My parents are also my best friends, heck we three grew up together and now are growing old together. I NEED to see them soon, not just talk on the phone.

Both of my parents are my heroes. My Mother for being who she is, a goofy, fun loving person and my Dad for being there ALWAYS and is also goofy and fun loving. Mom just finished a year and a half of chemo, radiation and surgery for breast and ovarian cancer. Dad was there every step of the way and showered her with all the care and love she deserves and needs. My parents are also my best friends, heck we three grew up together and now are growing old together. I NEED to see them soon, not just talk on the phone.

I don’t realy know how to answer this question, my parents divorced when I was 10 and all 8 of us were raised by my mother. Even though she didn’t have a higher education she became a very successful business woman and because of her busy life trying to give us everything we physically needed, we were neglected emotionally and spiritually. So I am very grateful for everything she did for me but life treated her harsh and I was never able to develop a good relationship with her. Her marriage with my father was physically abusive and a lot of that was taken out on us. As I grew up I made the decision I will not behave the way they did. I don’t think I really love my father, I don’t necessary like my mother but I do love her. I am grateful to her and as she grows older and physically challenged I am in position to provide for her.

Definitely my father - he was a large, bombastic minister who never knew a stranger and was a master of humor. My tiny mother was totally subservient to him (those were the stereotypes in those days - they were married 45 yrs) and when he died she had nothing! She had never written a check, bought groceries or driven a car - my sis and I are sure he thought he was doing her a favor by doing it all for her! Wrong! We both decided early on that our lives would never fall apart due to the loss of a man - and that has stood me in very very good stead. He died waaay too young (age 64) and I continually miss him - I’m always thinking of various things I’d like to share with him. I’d really like him to see how his grandchildren have turned out - they are special human beings and have lots of his genes. My mom prayed to die everyday after he died - and went on to live another 27 yrs. celebrating her misery. I do rejoice, however, in my childhood and upbringing - it was the very best they could do and I’m thankful for what it was.

My mother. She always took up for me when i did something wrong, always patched up my wounds, and loved me even when my grades weren’t the best. She stood by my side no matter what. I miss her so much but I can always smile when it comes to dear old mom.

My mother. She always took up for me when i did something wrong, always patched up my wounds, and loved me even when my grades weren’t the best. She stood by my side no matter what. I miss her so much but I can always smile when it comes to dear old mom.

My mother. She always took up for me when i did something wrong, always patched up my wounds, and loved me even when my grades weren’t the best. She stood by my side no matter what. I miss her so much but I can always smile when it comes to dear old mom.