Jamál (Beauty), 19 Sharaf (Honor), 165 BE – Sunday, January 18, 2009 about 6:40 AM Pacific Time
It's Sunday morning in Las Vegas and the sun is just rising. I've been up since 4:00 AM, in that time I put eye drops in Mom's eyes, give her today's first pill, made coffee, washed and dried one load of cloths, and got on line. My Internet connection is too slow and my browser refuses to let me use more then two tabs for tab browsing. Normally I can use three, but this morning it's being difficult.
My mother lived in Las Vegas right after she and my father were married, which was during World War II. Mom worked as a maid, which meant making beds and stuff like that, at University Medical Center (the hospital wasn't called that at the time Mom and Dad lived here). My Dad was stationed at Nellis Air Force Base because he was in the Army Air Corp.
Things have changed a lot since World War II, but some of the difficulties we face today are the same as those faced by people then. Apparently, the old saying is true "The more things change the more they stay the same."
My parents divorced when I was in grade school. I remember my father as a tall and handsome man. Most of my memories concern my grandfather, who was my father figure after my parents divorce. I don't remember seeing a lot of my father after the divorce and since he died a few years ago I won't get to see him in this world.
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