I willingly admit that these particular days, the one recently past and the one soon to follow in April are both difficult, sad days for me...yet I could not live with myself were I not to note them here.
The first is of the Man who gave me life.
The second is of the women gave me love.
On March 21st, my biological Father was born. He served with the 101st in Vietnam and was killed one month and three days after I was born. I have learned from his Army buddies that I am more like him than I ever imagined or hoped to be, and I am honored to carry part of him in my blood and in my heart.
My one wish in this world, is that I have become a woman that he would be as proud to call his Daughter as I am to call him my Father.
On April 2nd, 1929, my Mother, the woman who raised me and loved me as her own was born. I lost her at age 20 and still miss her every day. I will be writing more about this remarkable lady when the day comes.
For now I simply wish to thank God, Fate - whatever you choose to call that power for making these people a part of my life.