Day 3 – Your Parents
My Mother… her name is Priscilla Lee, also know as Pete. My Mother died on November 13, 1998. She was 59. She lived with me in North Highlands, California at the time. I am not going to get into that story as of now. That is meant for another time. I love her with all my being. I can’t say that she was my best friend, but she was an amazing Mother and an amazing woman and we were extremely close. Our relationship was pretty normal… we had our ups and downs. More ups than downs. When we did have our downs they were nothing more than minor arguments. She was beautiful, smart, real. She didn’t have a dishonest bone in her body. She was amazingly strong. She had a wonderful and challenging life all at the same time. I wish that I had asked her to tell me more about herself… who she was, more about her past, her more private situations and feelings. My Mother and I talked about everything really, well, everything that would come up. She was always very emotional as I am now. I understand her even more now then I did then. I miss her terribly each and every day. I wish that she could have known my 4 Boys, her beautiful Grandchildren. My Oldest looks just like her. Their baby pictures are amazing to put side-by-side. He is emotional like her as well, headstrong and beautiful. One wish I do have is that I wish I had more photos of she and I.
My Father… Gary Guy. My Father lives with us and has since Christmas of 1999. He turned 75 this year and he is wonderful. Having him around and being a constant in all of our lives has been amazing. My children don’t know any different and thinking about it today I wouldn’t want it any other way. My Father is smart, strong, funny, totally pig-headed, a button-pusher, emotional, interesting and so fun. There are days that I want to strangle him… obviously that would be a day that he is pushing my buttons. Then on the flip-side we have the most wonderful conversations and fun ever. When I was young I don’t think that we were very close. I am the youngest of his 6 children with my Mother. My parents separated when I was, hmmmm, I guess I was like 12 maybe. It drug on for a long time. I tried to spend as much time with him as I could during those times. I have always loved him dearly. 🙂