By the time I was a self-centered teenager, my Mom was being tormented by arthritus, both osteo-arthritis and rheumatoid arthritus.
I wasn’t paying attention, but she could hardly walk, (Dad carried her up the stairs), and her hands got all deformed.
She was also on massive amounts of pain pills, which just happened to coincide with my new love, getting wasted. (Pot or booze).
So we were ships passing, polite, uncaring, leave us alone, stoned. Dad, cared for Mom, worked as usual and as long as things were calm, everything was fine.
Then it wasn’t. I went off the rails.
I caused so much pain, in my uncaring rebellion, to my family and others.
I wish I could relive my young and stupid years, with a whole lot less stupid. (Afraid not)
It is what it is, I have repented, turned my life around, moved on, but I cannot undo the hurt I have caused. I am so sorry.
A few years after that, my Dad had a massive heart attack, while fixing a customers tire, 6am one morning, at work.
Thank God, that Jimmy DeCarolis,who was Police Chief in town,happened to stop by to say hi, found my Dad and rushed him to the hospital.
He never worked again, (he was able to use his printing press, eventually). My folks moved to Florida.
I followed a few years later, in my search for a God of Power and love. They continued to love and accept me…
I never realized, till I had Celeste, what the love of the Father was.