Thinking about my dad and missing him, but knowing he watches over me.
My mom, who raised me until I left home at 17. She did the best she could with what she knew herself. I was a wild child of the 70's.
My stepmom, who passed in Feb, she was my rock for all my adult life.
Thinking how the 3 of them are now arguing about their children and knowing my brother Peter is there playing moderator with them.
Thinking of those holding fond memories of their loved ones today.
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Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength; loving someone deeply gives you courage --- Lao Tzo
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