My childhood memories are bitter and unpleasant, and a lot of that had to do with Mom. I never did forgive her before she passed, and if she were alive today, I probably still wouldn't. Some of it was vicious, such as stating bluntly when I was 6 or 7 that they wished I'd have been my sister, so they'd have their one girl and one boy - essentially telling me they didn't want me. That was the type of crap I got all the time.

I know she was ignorant of what she was doing, but it was very, very hurtful. I'm more convinced than ever that we grow up and be successful in spite of our parents, and less because of them. I doubt there's anyone out there who isn't damaged in some way by one or both parents.

Dad - different story. He passed when I was too young. I'd give almost anything to spend an hour with him now. He was stern, but I understood his very tough childhood, and how that affected him (even when I was young, I knew).

I'm envious of those who can spend time with their parents. I really am. Take advantage of it while you can.