How do you strive to be similar to, or different from, your parents?
I love to say I am like my dad. One time, I met
a new neighbor where my parents lived. I had come home to visit. The lady of the house said I looked just like
my mom. Dad smiled, “yes, but she acts
like me.” I laughed. I strive to be like my dad. He loved all people. He was a great conversationalist and would go
visiting all the time. I struggle with
this as an introvert, but I work on visiting when I am in Libby. I try to garden like him. I fall short here as well. His garden was always beautiful when he was
healthy. I struggle with rheumatoid
arthritis, but I still work outside in the yard. The area I try to be like him the most though
is his love of reading. He was always
reading a book if he wasn’t visiting or gardening. He passed his love of reading to me. I am eternally grateful.
Of course, there are areas I am not like
him. I do not have a passion for
fishing. I am not an avid hunter. With this said, I work at loving nature as
much as he did. He found God in the
mountains, as do I. As for church, I
have been determined to be different then him. He did go to church but only for funerals and
weddings. I attend church every Sunday.
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