Where Do I Begin

My earliest memories are of both my mother and my dad's mother, my grandma. I learned later in life that they had never really gotten along, but from my own calculations as an adult I can see many similarities between them. The thing they shared way before I came on the scene was my dad, and boy he was a piece of work to deal with.

Mom blamed a lot of his problems on his mother, but after having raised two of my own kids, I have to think maybe she way doing only what she thought she should do as his mother. It's awful hard to understand the thinking of any mother when her child is in trouble, even when that child is a grown man, a husband, and after many years a father.

Regardless of the feelings my mom and grandma had for each other, I knew without a doubt that each of them loved me as completely as anyone can love another person. I felt so safe and loved with both of them, I know that's how a child should feel. It was just a shame that feeling couldn't have lasted forever. Grandma died when I was just a little girl, and it took many years for me to even be able to sleep through a night afterwards. I lost my mom a few years back, and I must say I have never stopped missing her.

With the kind of love I had for both these women I suppose comes a down side, the heavy pain to be dealt with when they are no longer. But I would never trade any time spent with either of them for one moment of not missing them.

Though I'll always miss their love, I do have memories I can cherish, and a grand desire to always strive to be more like them. I wish I could love my own children and grandchildren as completely as I was once loved by both of those great ladies in my life.

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