There are so many voices through out my life I am grateful for. But the ones that stand out comes from the past are my parent’s, imperfect as they were, and dealing with their own demons. They are gone from this place, but I still hear the finer lessons they taught, not through words, but remembering their actions. Kindness and caring and service to others were what I witnessed and heard. Mom in particular, a school nurse, had a gentle way to address injustices and fueled my fire as a soc...

There are so many voices through out my life I am grateful for. But the ones that stand out comes from the past are my parent’s, imperfect as they were, and dealing with their own demons. They are gone from this place, but I still hear the finer lessons they taught, not through words, but remembering their actions. Kindness and caring and service to others were what I witnessed and heard. Mom in particular, a school nurse, had a gentle way to address injustices and fueled my fire as a social worker. They were not stellar at parenting, but I have long since moved past that part, knowing they did the best they could at the time. Being a parent myself to three wonderful grown children, I, too, was imperfectly OK at this parenting thing. I miss being able to see them, but it sure is nice to have them with me in spirit.

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8 months ago