Day Three: Parents

Day three is all about parents, so here it goes!

My dad, Jerry Allan Simmons. Its hard for me to talk about my dad most of the time...Most of you know why, but I'll still explain for those who don't. My dad and I were never close, yeah, I went to his house and did the every other weekend thing with him and my sisters, but he mostly worked, at least thats what I remember. I don't have very many memories of just him and me, but I do remember that he'd take me horseback riding, that was the one thing we did, just the two of us. For my ninth birthday, I went back to Ohio to visit him for Spring Break, Easter (My birthday either fell on Easter or was close to it). We watched a lot of Texas Walker Ranger; he always thought he was a cowboy. He had the whole dress for one too, cowboy boots, a hat, the shirts...When I was little, about two or three, I put on one of his shirts, boots, and his hat, went into the bathroom and cut my hair, all by myself (I was extremely proud of the job I did). I called my dog into the bathroom, hoped on her like a horse, and rode out into the living room. Anyway, back to Spring Break, he worked a lot then too, but he still made time to spend with me. He bought me a scooter for my birthday, I loved this thing. It was purple and pink, and so girly. We went horseback riding during that visit too. And that was the last time I saw him. This is where it gets difficult for me to write...I know I've said some pretty nasty things about him, but it was all out of anger. I know my dad loved me, my step mom recently told me he didn't have much contact because the divorce between him and my mom took a large toll on him and it hurt him a lot, the distance between us didn't help either. I guess it just hurts because I wanted him to apologize for not being in contact and acting as though he didn't care. I guess what I really wanted was just to see him one last time, hear his voice, hug him...Rest in peace, Daddy. I love you.

My mother, Julie Ellen Simmons. My momma is my rock, my best friend, and the most important person in my life. Shes my main support system, I wouldn't be the person I am today if it wasn't for her. She may get on my nerves at time, I'm sure I get on her nerves too, but at the end of the day, I couldn't imagine my life without her. I thank God every day that my momma is MY momma. My mom has been my teacher and my guider in life, and I couldn't ask for better advice. I know she just wants better than the best for me. She works her butt off just so we can have the things we want and need. I can't say I have a favorite memory with my mom because they're all pretty grand. :D I could keep going on and on about how greata my mom is and how much better than your mom she is, but I'll spare you so you don't get too depressed that you don't have such an amazing mom.

This blog has been hard for me to write, mainly because of the emotions connected with my dad. Also, because I couldn't think of how to word how I feel about my mom. I guess I can just sum it up into one sentence: I am the luckiest daughter in the whole wide world, to have a mother that loves me with unconditional love.

PS: I think its ironic that my mom was born in Texas, and my dad died there.

-Emily.