Title: Contradictions
Author: MysticDragon
Genre: general
Rating: PG for a bad word
Disclaimer: hmm do I need one since I didn't use names?
A/N: this is a response to a doxymom challenge to begin a fic with: My mother was such a …
My mother was such a contradiction. One minute she would be this hard-nose, kick-ass pilot; fighting along side Daddy and then the next she would be tucking me and my little brothers into bed with a story. Daddy always said he couldn't decide if she was angel with a pitchfork or a devil with a halo.
It's so hard to believe she is gone. I mean I know she was almost one hundred years old and lived a very long and happy life but I still miss her so much. I bet if she were here right now she would say something along the lines of, 'Quit your griping girl and deal with it.' Then she would give me a big hug and tell me she loved me more than all the stars in the known worlds.
She quit living when Daddy died, you know. He was her heart and soul. Sixty- four years of marriage and not a single day without an argument. Not a single day without them telling each other how much they loved the other one either.
Contradictions, hard and soft at the same time, that was my mother. And I wouldn't have wanted her any other way.
Author: MysticDragon
Genre: general
Rating: PG for a bad word
Disclaimer: hmm do I need one since I didn't use names?
A/N: this is a response to a doxymom challenge to begin a fic with: My mother was such a …
My mother was such a contradiction. One minute she would be this hard-nose, kick-ass pilot; fighting along side Daddy and then the next she would be tucking me and my little brothers into bed with a story. Daddy always said he couldn't decide if she was angel with a pitchfork or a devil with a halo.
It's so hard to believe she is gone. I mean I know she was almost one hundred years old and lived a very long and happy life but I still miss her so much. I bet if she were here right now she would say something along the lines of, 'Quit your griping girl and deal with it.' Then she would give me a big hug and tell me she loved me more than all the stars in the known worlds.
She quit living when Daddy died, you know. He was her heart and soul. Sixty- four years of marriage and not a single day without an argument. Not a single day without them telling each other how much they loved the other one either.
Contradictions, hard and soft at the same time, that was my mother. And I wouldn't have wanted her any other way.