Fatherless, Fragile, and Faithful (Part One)
To really understand my story, you need to know a little of Mom's.
His anger was frequent and explosive.
Eventually, my grandpa remarried a nice lady named Kay when Mom was a sixth grader. Kay became sick and died two years later. After that, the kids were virtually alone. He'd be gone for weeks, months sometimes and leave a little grocery money for them and be off again. When he did come home, well, there's a lot of scars from those visits; mostly unseen. Finally, when Mom was a senior in high school, he remarried again. This time to a widow named Shirley, she's my Gram today. With her came five kids, all between the ages of 16-23. It was nothing personal to the new additions, Mom just needed to leave. She did.
"Learn to do right! Seek justice, encourage the oppressed. Defend the cause of the fatherless, plead the case of the widow." Isaiah 1:17
I was born 13 months after Adam.
This was the beginning of the end.
To be continued...