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40 years ago today my mom married my step-father.  I have often wondered how we would have turned out without him.  Ronnie (or Big Red) as I used to call him took such great care of us.  He treated us like his own kids, which wasn’t always great.  He was strict, but fair.  My brother, sister and I learned the value of hard work and respect, partially due to the fact that Ronnie was in our lives.  I grew to love football because of Ronnie.  I can remember staying home with him and watching football.  I would get him his diet pepsi and he taught me how to play double solitaire.  I will never forget he would say “BURN” loudly when I made the wrong play.  I would jump a mile high!  To be very honest with you, I never realized what  a great step-father he was until just two years ago.  It was when I spent two months alone writing about some painful times in my childhood.  It was then that I had an “aha” moment.  The story that I always believed was poor me,  my parents didn’t stay married and I had a mean step-dad.  The truth was, he loved my mom so much that he married her when my brother was only 4, I was 6 and my sister just turned 9.  That was a lot to take on, I would run the other way if I starting dating someone and I found out they had small children.  So today marks my parents 40th anniversary and my step-dad’s birthday!  So happy birthday Ronnie, thank you for loving us and especially for putting up with mom, I know that is not easy!!

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