A Daughter’s Love

A Daughter’s Love

I unfortunately, could not attend court with my father today because my son is home from school; and my husband won’t allow it.  This in no way means that I do not support my father.

My dad was a good husband to my mother.  The only reason Mom left him was because she did not know how she would be able to support Dad financially or physically. I think she was overwhelmed, confused and scared.  She loved him very much and to this day tells me she thinks about him and still loves him.  They were married for 16 years and began going out in the eighth grade.  They were very close.  I don’t remember them ever fighting in front of us kids.  My mother once wrote a story for Valentine’s Day to the Pioneer Press about how my father saved her life when they were young and how ever since that moment, they had been in love with each other.  I believe I was six when that was written.

My father was always there for us growing up and never lost his cool with us. He was a very hard worker and gave all he could.  The best times of my life were times spent with him.    He always did the best he could for us.

The accident was a very hard time for all of us.  I was a teenager when it happened and did not see my father for a while. My mother had moved us far from him but when I was nineteen I saw Dad again and we became very close.

He has always been an inspiration to me.  I’ve seen him endure unimaginable pain, and yet, somehow he was able to keep his sense of humor through it all.  Please consider this man’s past when coming to a decision and notice that there was never so much as a blip on a spotless record, until now. Those who really know him love him deeply. He has never hurt a soul in all his years.

Steve Richie

Hi folks, Two lives in one lifetime. The first me, lived to age thirty-four. That Steve was overly confident and oozing with pride. Then, on a record heat-setting day (107º) here in the Twin Cities area of Minnesota and western Wisconsin, a one car near-fatal wreck left me in a two-month long coma. I emerged much as I was before minus certain physical capabilities, but my mind seemed mostly in tact. The crash and its effects did not change me (I emerged a happy individual) but the deeds perpetrated against me in the ensuing months from my wife of sixteen years scared and humbled me as I was dragged down with nothing left by my wife who now had guardianship over all of our accounts. And neither would she allow me to see our kids. She took everything out of, "Our" names and changed them to her name only; then would not allow me to our home and divorced me. I was angry, but no more. I spent half of 1988 and more than half of 1989 in hospitals, nursing homes and a three month stint at a head-injury rehab center where I was being taught how to re-enter society as this different person, that I didn't know. I was not able to return to my previous line of work, a self-employed decorator, you know, painting and paperhanging. It was a physical job which required much dexterity, finesse, and a good grasp of numbers. I returned to the beginning, school, but on a community college level. One of the instructor's liked my writing and I began focusing my attention on that. I attended classes at, "The Loft," A Place for Writers in Minneapolis. While there, a classmate of mine was having her friend from New York, a CBS executive, to her home for the holidays and asked me if she could do a critique on a couple chapters of a book I was writing, "A Day I'll Never Remember" and I obliged. When she returned to class the following Monday she told me that the exec wanted a ten-page synopsis of the book for a possible movie; I was excited. After obliging for that also, I never saw or heard from her or the guy from CBS. Next thing I knew I was watching a movie called, "Regarding Henry" starring Harrison Ford and the scenes of therapy were exactly like what I went through and had written about. Regarding Henry - could've been my story except that, "Henry" got his head injury from a gunshot and his wife stayed with him throughout the ordeal. Coincidence I'm sure, though, the therapy scenes entailed what I described in the book so I always wondered..... My hope, my dream is to bolster our income for my daughter and for myself. I am and have been raising this beautiful, talented little girl who was diagnosed with autism at age two, since 2006 singlehandedly. I divorced her mother the same year following complaints that I spent too much time with our daughter. However, Stephanie began school with no need for special education. She has been reading since age four and understanding what she'd read. Stephanie maintains straight "A's" on her report card, has published two books (through school) and has been selected as an, "Honors" student for seventh grade English. My ex moved to New York to be closer to her sister and has been remarried now for a number of years. Well, that's only a snippet of my sixty-one years and I would like to thank you for reading, thank you.

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