I have been going through old papers and photographs since my mother passed away. It has reminded me of some of the reasons that I really hate November. This year has added to it obviously.
Thirty-four years ago, my father passed away in early November. He was a very abusive parent when I was growing up. He would wake me in the middle of the night to either beat me or yell at me. At one point he took my bedroom door off so I could not get away from the abuse. I remember hiding in my closet to escape and hide from him.
But in his later years we had mended the relationship somewhat, and actually would do things like watch the World Series together. His heart was giving out, so I made peace with him. I am glad I did for both our sakes.
This November has been the worst with the passing of my mom. She was my rock that I could count on through thick and thin. I always knew she had my back.
Now she is gone, along with a special piece of my heart. She did the best she could for us children growing up in an abusive environment. I am glad that in her later years that I had the blessing of being able to care for her. She was one in a million, and I dedicate this song to her memory. As a friend once told me, they are never gone if they are still remembered. I will never forget the sweetest woman that ever lived.