schizoozy in appalachia: June 2025

I had the gaedest time waking up this morning because of the gentle rain hiting the trailer roof and sides. It always takes me back to my childhood and growing up in the trailers while Daddy was in the Army. I had a blessed childhood, not perfect, but blessed. I truly love my older sister, Nancy. I couldn't have had a better playmate and friend. Our parents saw that our bellies were full and that we were clean, dressed and housed. So many childern had so mucch less than us. I felt loved and safe, especially when Daddy was home. Today is Father's Day and I miss Daddy so much it hurts. He was my everythin, my hero and I was his little girl. I was so blessed to have him as my father. I don't want to be too long inded. Bye