Mom passed away in 2004, Dad in 2013. I miss them every day.
In this season between Mother’s Day and Father’s Day, I would like to honor my parents by enumerating the ways they made me what I am.
My parents taught me:
To work hard. Whatever chores they assigned me, I was expected to do them well, without complaining, and be happy that I was contributing to my family. (I often disappointed them by not complying with the no complaining and happiness stipulations.) My father worked long hours and sometimes worked a second job to support our family. He worked so hard at his baking job that he eventually became a partner in the business.
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I had to share this wonderful entry from Grant Snider’s Incidental Comics: