I consider myself a lucky person. And I know that hurts. It causes envy.I got married. For the civil and for the church and in both opportunties you were there. You handed me over. I know I did not have that problem that the son-in-law or the daughter-in-law did not like, fortunately. By that I say I HAD LUCK.
I got married. I went to live apart with my husband. Always with parental support. My father was present in both childbirth and child rearing.
You
helped me, when no one found out.
My father was ill, very sick. I could never have thought of getting married while my father was in a coma.
He told me: "you were lucky, you have the couple, beautiful and healthy."
Dad ... Your grandson has your name and I'll see to it that he values it.
I miss you.
