Daddy. The ones we lost. Please share yours.

[dem in texas]

47. My father was a father but never a dad

He walked out and left my mother with 6 young children, ages 9 years to 3 months, My mother had nowhere to turn, I can remember her being on the phone to see about putting some of us in an orphans' home. Her two younger brothers, who were not married, were just discharged from the army right after the war. They came in and took us over. My uncle Frank bought a house and we all moved there and my two bachelor uncles took over the raising of us six kids. Times were hard,my mother sewed for people and babysat ( in addition to taking care of us six kids). We didn't have much money, but it was a home filled with love. My uncles were true saints to give up their dreams to help us out. I will always be so thankful for them. All six of us kids have been very successful in life, this because of the good foundation my uncles gave us. My mother and my uncles have passed, but when we sisters and brothers get together, we always remember them and what they did for us. Happy Father's Dad, Frank and Bob, you were so loved!