LIsa, I am glad someone besides the family enjoys these memories. It helps our loved ones stay alive in a way.
*smile*
I needed to read this tonight. I am so glad I did.
Hi Tash! thanks for stopping by. Melissa, do you still need my blog addresses?
I would have loved to have a brother. my husband was among a sea of girls as well(well he had one brother but u can't count him...he was too much of a girl lol)
poor boy was teased, giggled, cried on, but he loves his sisters with everything hes got and would do anything for any of them...
of course he would do the same for me too....which is why i married him hehe 
Hello beautiful! I can't get your other blog to dome up. DO y9ou still have it? Do I have it wrong? Let me know!
The difference I see between Jenessa and your dad is that Jenessa was thrust into a role, somewhat. Your mother did re-marry, twice, she wasn't absent from the home continually as ours was. So she was in as situation where she did grow up and miss quite a bit of childhood but there was a bit of a buffer.
Also the biggest difference I notice was that your dad was always the best he could be. Yes, he got frustrated, but mostly with mom and himself. He rarely got angry at us, unless we pushed him too hard. Then you could see him break and that wasn't fun. He was our protector and shielded us from the mean stuff that was out there. At least that which he knew about.
He always tried to have the big shoulders and shelter us from the worst. It was he that taught us that no matter what, we may fight at home, but that was it. On the outside we were a united front and no one would divide us. Not until he died at least.
It is stange to notice the similarities in our lives. After he died Jenessa was thrust into the position of growing up to fast and taking charge of all of us kids, I wonder who she would be now if she had been able to live her own life as a child. Mabye she and I would be closer.
And Matthew, definetly went through the whole being teased and made fun of by the people you think would have been the nicest to him. I wonder how Dad could have helped him with all of that. I wonder if he did help I never noticed.
And of course me, I am having a Dad day today, Reading this helps me to feel close to him and then On days were I am angry it makes me do all of the "what ifs" and the "How different would I be" and of course the "I would give anything for a real memory"
thoughts. I miss him so much lately
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