Writing these memoirs have proven dif cult to portray in the sequence they occurred.
I can not complete this memoir without lling a couple of voids.
Void 1. - My father, it seems, abandoned my mother sometime after my sibling number
#6 was born, I know not the speci cs. Mom spoke of it but never detailed the subject.
Dad relocated to Miami from Rural Alabama/Georgia before my birth.
I could not come up with rational reasoning for this until I viewed a documentary
titled "The Black Miami". After watching the documentary, An idea and the
conclusion I came to was, he left for employment opportunities. There were no ideal
opportunities in his rural home town. He wanted more. My mother's father would
provide support when he left for Miami. I met my grandfather twice before he died.
My mom, a very strong woman, along with her 6 kids, joined him at some later point in
Miami and my parents regained their marital relationship. The last three siblings
would be born in Miami. (I would not be here if they had not) They gured it out.
While my father's tendencies had an effect on me, I understand, there were outside
in uences that made up his psyche. I inherited a lot of his good/great qualities and a
few of what I consider, disappointing attributes. I make no apologies for my package.
My personal psyche in its entirety is based on my Father, Mom, Siblings, Wife,
Children, Family, Friends, and people who did not have my best interest at heart. Your
psyche is always based on your village... That's just the way it is.
None of us are without faults. But we all can strive to be better. Hopefully, each of us
will try on a daily basis.
Void 2. - I never saw my mother and father show affection toward each other. There
was no doubt, love, there, but hey, I never saw them kiss, hug or otherwise in front of
me. My dad would indiscriminately pat my mom on the bottom. That was his
outwardly way of showing affection towards her. I saw no other trace
Note: I guess I picked that trait from him. I never knew what my mom's outwardly
showing affection towards my dad was, other than catering to and making sure his
food was based on his dietary needs. He ate and smiled...
I know 9 children don't equate to love, but 40 years in marriage shows a lot. I can
attest to that as well. I believe, sibling #5, with 56 years of matrimony with her
husband can attest in the af rmative, However, I'm only speaking of my experience.