He often tells the story, "I was 49 years of age when I had to start changing diapers again..." Indeed my mother was 29 and my father 49 when I was born. After dating for a short while, my mother became pregnant with me. They married, but only for six months understanding that they weren't meant to be together. None the less, I have the greatest respect for both of my parents as they have never fought or spoken a cross word about each other to me. Even though I lived with my mother, my father's house was right down the street. I saw him a few times a week for dinners and overnight stays. He always made sure that I got the best education, starting with a Montessori preschool. This was untimetly what inspired me to become a Montessori preschool teacher myself. Every night that I stayed with him he would read many stories to me. As an avid reader he helped me to also develop a love for books. He always took the time to teach me proper manners. Even though he was not religious, he would take me to church hoping that it would instill great moral value within me. My dad is 78 years old now and struggling with failing health. His determination to stay strong and persevere is something that I hope has passed down to me. Here he is wearing a clover hair band that I made for him as a joke...
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