Sunday, August 23, 2009
For My Father
My father, George Monroe Gregory (the infant in the photo), was born 91 years ago today. Known as a hard worker, he also had a reputation for being a ladies man. At 5'6", he was attracted to tall women and married two of them: Melba June (my mother) and Lula Jo (my stepmother). He taught me to dance the two-step and encouraged me to reach for all that life offered. He died a few years ago, leaving a big hole in my heart.
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I think when parents die, no matter if they were inept, crazy or jut plain absent, it leaves us with a void. And it doesn't seem to matter if we're 30 or 60.
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