I met "dad" Mr. Robertson when I was around 15 or 16. I remember him being so quiet and when he spoke his voice was so comforting. Not once in all the many times I would hang out with my best friend Elizabeth did I ever hear him raise his voice. I used to love spending nights at their house. I would sometimes sleep on the couch and I remember waking up several mornings that I slept there to the whole family gathered at the kitchen table reading scriptures. Even though it felt like it was the crack of dawn, I would lay there and listen to them all read the scriptures.
I have so many memories of hanging out at Liz's house, eating round shaped bread made in tin cans and cheese logs that I think mom started making for me cause she knew I loved it so much. Most of my memories of dad as him just sitting quietly at the kitchen table doing this or that and him just smiling. He always had a smile on his
face!
They were/are my second family and have always treated me so kindly. I have such a huge amount of respect for both dad and mom.
No comments:
Post a Comment