My step Dad spoke...
I come from a large weird family and have 5 sisters and a brother and my Mom and step Dad....My family does not compliment wach other but rather insult each other is the way they go. I am not like that....I try to see the good in people. Anyway my step Dad and I do not fight...We just don't talk. If I go to see my Mom he will sit there and never say a word...It used to be the occassional "gee Chris you are putting on some weight" Or something Like " gee Chris if you get any bigger you will have to get your clothes at a tent shop" Those are the only remarks he really says......I don't waste my time talking to him. I just say hello and goodbye and if he saw my kids on the street he probably would not know who they were...He is 73. No excuse but he has been in my family for 37 years....I am 41...
Saturday night we had a suprize party for my sister she turned 40 and everyone was sitting outside and I was walking up from my car with my daughters and had to look to the ground to stop from laughing because I knew they were all talking about me. I was wearing a size 12 levi jeans and a long red top size xl in JR...I have to admit it looked good and slimmer than I have ever been. When I finally looked up my step Dad looked at me and said "WOW CHRIS YOU ARE GETTING QUITE THE SHAPE" I was like
! You could have knocked me over. I was laughing and said well thanks and went inside to find my husband who met me there. It really was very funny yet shocking if you knew him. Just wanted to share....
~~hugs and well wishes~~
Chris


Most of my life my Grandfather, my Dad's dad, lived in Vietnam. He would come home once a year or so for a short visit. So I really never got to know him growing up. He was forced to retire in 74 and came home for good. I was 12. I remember little things about him, like when he crossed his legs, both feet sat flat on the ground. That he reminded me of Abraham Lincoln, real tall and skinny and lanky. He made one comment to me that sticks to this day, I am sure he made others, but I only remember one "Your getting a little chunky" or something to that effect. I know he was saying I was getting fat. I hear he was a great man, would die if he knew that is how I remember him. That he was fun and intelegent. But as a kid, that is what stuck.
I hope that, even though you don't get along with your step father, that in the end, you remember last night when you remember him. I wish he was here today, I know he would say something about how good I looked and that is what I would remember now.