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Before dad died life was grand, or so it seemed that way. I was scared of my own shadow but my dad had a way of pulling me back and lifting me up. My first memory of a ‘fear’ was when my parents were trying to teach me how to insert a plug into an outlet properly. I remember crying and fretting that I was going to be shocked or electrocuted, how could a 5 year old even have those thoughts?
Mom was very nervous but her nervousness came off as anger. When my parents were trying to teach me how to properly insert a plug into the socket my mom became increasingly upset with me as I cried, my dad had a soothing voice, he used humor when I became upset and he was able to guide me to insert the plug into the socket. Fear over!
For whatever reasons, my mom never seemed as approachable as my dad. I remember my dad asking me if I would go to the store and pick up some bread and milk for mom, I told him no! I remember dad begging me in a very kind voice and I told him no again and said, “Tell Andy to go to the store!” Andy is my brother and my dad told my brother he had to go to the store for our mom. My brother didn’t argue and I sat there feeling like a princess because I…
