I learned that I had to accept my parents for who they are and who they weren’t. I lost my dad when I was 18 and I idolized him . I later learned that he was an imperfect being .. as we all are and I started to put the pieces together as to some of the things that shaped my dad named Wilbur . My dad was the oldest of 24 children and he never liked leftovers. Well hell , I learned that they never HAD leftovers and often never had meat . My daddy didn’t like to wash dishes .. yes!!! I saw the plates stacked 4 feet high and later understood why . Saying alll this to say ., we have to give our parents grace .. for loving and raising us with what they were given.. thank you Betty & Wilbur .. more on Betty Nan later ..