I’ve got some years on you and I’m still deconstructing the parents. It’s like an onion; layer after layer. Writing about it helps peel them away so I applaud your courage. Here’s a link to a piece I wrote some months back about my mother. Perhaps it may strike a chord. Or even a potato 😉 https://steemit.com/story/@outrayjust/poppies
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Superbly written! ❤
I will no longer look at a field of poppies with the same eyes.
I’m following you, btw. This journey is always better with kindred spirits.