I had such a great "weekend" with my Aunt Kay. My whole family was blessed by her visit. She spoiled the boys with love. She was right there with them, climbing trees, riding bikes and hiking. I don't thing the poor woman was able to rest much during her "vacation". I can not begin to explain how much it meant to me to have my father's sister here with me. The time that I was able to spend talking with her about my father is precious to me. I'll just leave it at that to avoid getting overly sentimental and making myself cry. ;)
On another subject....Susie, a friend from Memorable Seasons posted this blog challenge...Post about something you did as a child that now as an adult you are proud of!
Since this is so fresh in my mind right now, I guess I'll talk a little bit about when my father died. I was 13 years old. You have to understand first that he was my life. I was never very close to my mom but that's a different story. When I lost him my world was shattered. How I was able to stay so strong at that age is really beyond me. I tried for a long time to pick up the pieces at home. I was balancing a budget at the age of 14, trying to show my mom the simplicity of balacing a checkbook. I had two little sisters that desperately needed attention and for awhile I was really there for them. I must admit that it didn't last forever. I failed in so many ways at that time in my life. By the time I was 16, I was pregnant with Jimmy, married, and moved out of the house. I feel as if I abandoned my sisters but without going into details, I really felt that I had to get out of there. For my strength and determination at such a young age I am very proud. Don't get me wrong, in the same breath, I am ashamed. But sometimes that is just how it is.