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i've seen my dad cry a total of 5 times in my life:
1) 1996, our garage caught fire, and we lost almost everything.
2) 1997, steve molchany, the grandfather i only met 3 times, passed away.
3) 2007, antoinette molchany passed after struggling 6 years with cancer.
4) 2009, clay wilson broke up with me, and my dad wallowed with me, ha.
5) April 8, 2010, my dad's first love/wife passed away.
-he found out yesterday through old friends and my uncles. it was strange enough to learn my sophmore year that my dad was previously married before my mom. i mean, it's not always uncommon that people get married for their first time at the age of 35.....but, i knew there was always an underlining secret to him. molchany's carry a huge secret with them wherever they go. even me. i spent the last year trying to bond with my parents, and have succeeded for the most part. but yesterday, i did not know who greg molchany was. i spent a total of 5 uninterupted hours with him, and not once did he give himself enough time to be off the phone to talk to me. i'm sure he was in fear of those ever so delicate questions i would ask that would peel those onion layers of his. what's worse is that my mom hasn't a clue to his mood swing. talk about secrets, SHEESH!
1) 1996, our garage caught fire, and we lost almost everything.
2) 1997, steve molchany, the grandfather i only met 3 times, passed away.
3) 2007, antoinette molchany passed after struggling 6 years with cancer.
4) 2009, clay wilson broke up with me, and my dad wallowed with me, ha.
5) April 8, 2010, my dad's first love/wife passed away.
-he found out yesterday through old friends and my uncles. it was strange enough to learn my sophmore year that my dad was previously married before my mom. i mean, it's not always uncommon that people get married for their first time at the age of 35.....but, i knew there was always an underlining secret to him. molchany's carry a huge secret with them wherever they go. even me. i spent the last year trying to bond with my parents, and have succeeded for the most part. but yesterday, i did not know who greg molchany was. i spent a total of 5 uninterupted hours with him, and not once did he give himself enough time to be off the phone to talk to me. i'm sure he was in fear of those ever so delicate questions i would ask that would peel those onion layers of his. what's worse is that my mom hasn't a clue to his mood swing. talk about secrets, SHEESH!