Dad

He use to take good care of us, It was Mom he had a problem with. He provided our every need and made sure we had everything we "needed". But we had our special times to when it was just for us. I remember when he would get his income tax he would come over and give us all some money from his big tax break and he'd come share it with us.. We all thought we were rich at least I did with my 50.00. Wow I was going to buy the world lol (I was only 8 folks).

I remember Dad use to take us to see his Mother, (she was in a nursing home) he was respectful to his Mom he adored her and loved her so much BUT Dad wasn't an affectionate fellow. His parents weren't as close to him as my mom and dad were to us. He use to make my brother Mike shake his hand. boys don't kiss..... yeah right.!! But us girls always got our kiss. One day he caught my oldest brother smoking and made him eat the whole pack...Talk about turning green . Good grief. Poor Bob.
Back to grandma, She spoke only Polish and when we would go see her she'd yell at Dad and we knew she was hollering by her voice she thought we came to visit her with just our white socks on, she didnt realize they were white socks with keds white gym shoes.. Us girls were just in white socks with white tennies. He had to explan to her and bring us closer so she could see they are shoes. It was so funny. When they talked to each other me and my bro & Sis would sit there and laugh just listening to the words they'd say we would tell each other what we thought they were saying and crack up. It was hysterical. When Grandma died they made me hold her hand and tell her its gonna be okay we love you. Mom would say just keep saying it Carol let her relax so she will go easy. While standing there holding her hand and tears running down my face I kept saying that and I remember looking up at Mom and saying "but its not gonna be okay Mom".... and I'd look at Dad and just cry right along with him. I was the baby of the family..... why me???? Really? Because I'm the most sentimental and none of the other kids would do it. Why else? Because when I love I love with my whole being not just 1/2 of me or part of me.. I give it my all. I loved Grandma but she died that night.
The first time I ever saw Dad cry. I felt like I let him down. I felt like I was wrong. I'm telling Grandma to let go,.... and he's crying don't die Mom".... I wanted to hug him so bad. I hurt so bad for him. He just wanted to be left alone. Yeah it hurt really bad. Ok before I start all over again I'll be back later. okay?