I can understand why Father’s Day is hard..God bless your mother for being so hardworking and resourceful for you kids. Those war years aand the Great Depression were difficult times..I cannot imagine the added hardship of being without my dad.
My beloved Mom was an angel with Iron Gloves. She was tough as nails and soft as velvet. She was beautiful, her laughter sounded like bells chiming. She remained beautiful until the day she died. She was a good woman.
She had what the Finns call SISU, it means guts, I have my share too. ;0)