As most everyone who knows me is already aware, i have never met my biological father. Yes, yes i know, boo hoo. LOL However, my life has been nothing short of fulfilling in this persons absence. My take on this man who supplied the semen involved in my conception is one of disgust and disregard anyways. Neither of my biological contributors had much to do with the person i am today, nor the path that lead me hear. My true family had no genetic or legal obligation to me at all, never the less, they all had a hand in on my up bringing. The most influential male figures in my life have been my uncles. My mothers biological brother & “blood brothers” alike. From the earliest memories it was my uncle Gene (R.I.P) i remember fighting with him over the TV in the mornings, crawling into bed with him when my mom worked nights, and even being hung on a plant hook by my overalls for kicking him. LOL Then there is my uncle Tommy. My early memories of him were of cookouts, camp outs, fishing, & swimming. Repeatedly untangling my fishing line from every bush & tree near my cast & kicking him out of his hammock so i could lay in it. My uncle Chuck, who has actually been a pivotal influence on me. I don’t know if he & i really understood each other when i was young. Or maybe we saw each other for who we truly were. Regardless, his daughter and I, my cousin Sarah were thick as thieves when we were little, so i was around them a lot. And he has given me some of the most practical & useful advice i have received in my adult life. Then there was my uncle Larry, who tried to be the fun uncle and liked to throw money around and spoil all of us nieces and nephews, when it was convenient for him. I didn’t realize until i was older that when he couldn’t be the big shot or impress someone, he just didn’t show up. it was devastating for all of us when he abandoned us for better prospects. But i suppose it was a life lesson everyone needs to learn sometime. Then my uncle Vernon, the big scary native at first glace, lol, who ran a sweat lodge for me and healed my body when no doctor could. i firmly believe that his medicine is the reason i was able to carry my youngest daughter. And we certainly cannot forget my amazingly awesome mother, who for my whole life played mom & dad. Working 2 & 3 jobs at a time, days, nights, weekends, to make sure i had what i needed. The woman who did without what she needed to get me what i wanted. She sheltered me, spoiled me, & made sacrifices for me that make your average everyday mother look like a selfish narcissistic bitch. Very few of you know the personal details to my coming to be a part of this family. Those of you that do, know the pain, drama, loss, and grief of so many types that this family had to endure for 18 long years, just to keep me and not let me be taken away. If that’s not love, then i don’t know what is.
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