My Rock in the Storm

When I was younger my rock in the storm was my dad. When I was feeling upset or low, I would talk to him. He always made my problems seem smaller than they were. He made it feel like everything was going to be okay.

He died when I was seventeen, and there isn’t a day goes by that I don’t miss him. My dad had such strength, and even when he was dying, he would never admit he was in any pain, and only thought of his family. When we struggled to look after him at home, he asked to go to hospital.

I see so much of him in my son – named after both of his grandfathers – he has a wealth of love and honesty he shares with his family and friends. My daughter is also someone I can talk to. We understand each other. My children, and my husband are always there for me – I am stronger with them in my life.

In return, I hope I am their rock. If they need anyone to talk to – I will always be there. For me that’s what family does.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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