My Dad. There was so much we needed to talk about when he got so sick, so fast; unfortunate timing and trying to get him better was the priority. I was not about to burden him with my troubles. Things would be very different with my family today if he were still here. I have no doubt in my mind that he loved me unconditionally and would have supported me if he had the time and means. I was going through the most difficult time/transition of my life and I needed my dad more than ever. While I know he would have been disappointed with me initially, if there’s one thing that I know about him, it’s that family and his love for his children trumped everything. There isn’t a single person who would have had a cross word to say about my Dad. He was loved by everyone who knew him. He had a heart of gold and would do anything for anyone.
Secondly, my Grandma Vesco (Dad’s mom–Dad was an only child). She spoiled me, talked to me till the wee hours about anything and everything, told me old stories and simply loved on me. I spent most of my childhood summers at her house and it was always fun to have breakfast with she and friends each morning at the local diner, walk to the post office to get her mail and visit other relatives and neighbors. (she loved to show off her two granddaughters to everyone. She took me to the pool more times than I can count; even though I didn’t know how to swim, and sat by the edge ready to summon any lifeguard in a flash, while I taught myself how. Once I became an adult, she always took the time to call and check on me and was always interested in what I was up to. I know that I didn’t give her the time or attention that she deserved in her final years because I was so busy raising my four kids and working night shifts. But…she always called me and never once made me feel guilty.