Loving Parents

I get tears in my eyes every time I read a story about the relationship between a child and their father/mother. My mother, and father were divorced when I was very little so I did not have much contact with him except some short visits in a public location with my mother, these did not happen often.

Mother married again when I was around four to my Daddy, I loved him, and he took me with him about everywhere he went. We would all come to town on Saturday to take in the afternoon movie, then stop by the little grocery store for what was needed in groceries. I forgot to mention, we traveled by horse, and buggy, not because of our belief but because we didn’t have a car at the time. Deck, our big bay gelding was our buggy horse, and he was also hitched with Dan to work the fields. I loved living in the country, had the run of 40 acres, nothing to worry about living at the end of the road didn’t have to be concerned about traffic. Later on we got a car, a Model T, then we had a Model A. Later on more modern cars but they were not as fun to ride in. I lost my Dad when I was 13, my world came crashing down around me. The day he died was the first day I didn’t have a chance to say bye before I went to school. To this day I don’t know why. Last week was Father’s Day but this is my tribute to my Dad, George Robert Watts.


June 21, 2017

It has been over a year since I have written anything, life happens, ill health, deny to self that one is depressed, trying to keep going. If not for my little dog I wouldn’t have much to keep me busy at times. It has been over eight years now since my middle son died, I miss him, and my eldest son has cancer of the prostate that has moved into the lymph nodes, and ribs. He keeps going refusing chemotherapy for reasons we all know. His dad, his aunt, and last year the young woman who worked in the City Hall lost her battle with cancer. She had gone to cancer Treatment Center in Illinois for chemotherapy but it was just too far advanced it seems before it was found. It hit everyone very hard. I keep praying for healing, he said Mom, healing isn’t for everyone. I love my children so much.

I had three sons before having a daughter, 4 yrs, 4 months and 24 days from the first to the fourth. I knew where they all were until they became teenagers then all bets were off. I tried but life was not always so pleasant at home. They have given me ten grandchildren, seven boys and three girls. I sit here now with tears in my eyes so thankful for my family.

I married again after my first husband died, the second one died of heart disease 11-26-2003. Never again will I open myself back up for such heartache. I am comfortable in my own skin, enjoy being at home, and able to stand on my own two feet.