A man that spoke only when there was a need to do so. That is, to us, his children. Most often, his spoken words were harsh and stung like a bee.
He was mean as hell when he was in his younger days. For a very long time, I didn’t know how I felt towards him! Because my view of him as a father was less than.
Mainly because he did not show any kind of loving emotions toward any of us; his behavior towards my mother just made thing worse in my view. Being the oldest child, I saw more than I want to see and took it all to heart. For a very long time, I wanted to get as far away from all of it. But. Had nowhere to go! So, I did what I had to do, go to school, come home, and take care of the babies.

Every so often, I had the opportunity to hang out with friends. It was a struggle to get permission to go. My parents were like ping pong ball. Constantly tapping the ball back and forth seemingly, I thought I would never get an answer.
Finally, I got the answer. But was taken aback by the words be back in this house by 9:00. I thought I might as well stay home, I am riding with someone else, we were going to the movie, which ended after my curfew.
Of course, I went, and no, I didn’t get back before curfew time. Those days are long gone, and I lived to go thru the same thing with my daughters. However, my way of handling the situation was much different from my years long ago.

My father passed away on June 4, 2004, a very different man. He had softened his demeanor; being around him was better as an adult, than as a child or teenager. It was difficult knowing that in a matter of days, he would be dead.
As the oldest planning, his funeral fell into my hands. Trying to figure out how to do that was a task. JB didn’t leave behind a lot of information to follow.
Needless to say, the funeral arrangements were made, and my father burial services, and burial was on June 11, 2004.

The same day that President Ronald Reagan was being memorized in California. I later heard that President Reagan passed away on June 5, 2004.
What a coincident!

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