Bless you for this post, sir.
Same to you...thanks.
It’s just the truth, I think.
My old man was a WWII Airborne vet, and died when I was a young teen. Mom raised us, three kids, in the middle of the 70s, with all of the cultural garbage flying around us. Money was always tight, sometimes barely there. But she made sure we had food on the table, and clothes on our backs.
She was tough, because she had to be. Circumstances combined to try to WRECK her and her family daily and she simply refused to let it happen. She NEVER quit...she was an amazing woman, and not a day goes by that I don’t thank God that I was fortunate enough to be born to her and my Dad.
From Dad, I learned how a man should treat a woman at all times - a gentleman first and foremost, with respect and honor. Even as physically wrecked as he was, he STILL stood up and opened the door for her, held her chair when he could, held her hand always.
From Mom, I learned that you absolutely NEVER quit nor give up on those you love, and those you believe in and care for. She took care of him through nine years of paralysis and pain.
That’s dedication, that’s determination, and that’s old school tough.
I never forgot those lessons. Miss them dearly. Good folks...from an amazing generation.