I had the average dysfunctional blue collar upbringing. Depression Era parents had to get married because I was coming. Dad maintained his alcoholism to withstand the obligations. Mother took solace at first in myriad of job opportunities until she landed a clerical one at our local hospital. It provided her with a circle of friends and some security. She made sure we were taken care of the best she could in spite of dad’s lack of dependability. She was in love with the idea of family and would not let dad go even when he had made it to the front porch with his suitcase a couple of times. Yes, the classic enabler.
I got thru high school and married shortly after. Of course, because I couldn’t cope in the real world. I was inept, unskilled, lazy, and scared. Just to name a few excuses, HYUK! HYUK! Speaking of HYUK, he was a dysfunctional hick from a southern hill area with a silver tooth in front. Don’t ask me what I was thinking. I wasn’t. I was no prize either. Bad complexion, all hips, no chest. And I hear the silent echo of “OH NO! WHITE TRASH!!” And in the world of the supposed politically correct, that would be the assessment.
And you know some would even venture to say that the following events only happen to the White Trash population. I have since learned about generational curses and how to eliminate them, but that is a subject for another format.
You can draw you own conclusions as at why multiple tragedies occur in the lives of anyone. Some say you have the individual strength to endure it. Others say you are chastised in Godly judgment. In our case I sincerely do not know. My mother was a loving, giving, sacrificial parent. I idolized her, but did not want to be her.
Tragedy One: My youngest sister at fourteen was “joy riding” in a Volkswagen with too many of her friends. An older gentleman recently divorced returning from a bad confrontation with his ex about his son, committed suicide ramming their vehicle. My sister and the driver died. She had just written a poem for an assignment in her freshman English class. Mother had it put on her stone. It was quite impressive, a surprise to us all.
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