tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2796594326834346018.post3156151216331233491..comments2023-07-03T02:18:38.889-07:00Comments on Everything's Hunky Dory: Father's Day & the Deadly Ashtray Brandy Nightingalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02930098302800815574noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2796594326834346018.post-40270827920629200872013-06-18T08:38:59.277-07:002013-06-18T08:38:59.277-07:00I can relate. I didn't feel I had a mom eithe...I can relate. I didn't feel I had a mom either. When others would go on and on about their moms, I would cringe since she was handicapped and lived so far away, I only got to see her a couple weeks each year. My dad pretty much had to raise me on his own. For years, I would find surrogate mothers I'd call "mom" then later realized my DAD was my mom. Now that my mom has passed, I now call HIM on mother's day and thank him for what a great mom he was. ;^) Shed for Breadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08918693026175013169noreply@blogger.com