I have written that my relationship with my Dad was not an easy one. However, I took up the challenge to write happy posts this week, and I do have a lot of wonderful memories of Dad while I was growing up.
My Dad was a pharmacist and in my early years, he worked for a drug company. We lived in Saskatoon, and his territory was Northern Saskatchewan. He would be gone three weeks a month during the week and home on weekends.
Dad got a transfer to British Columbia when I was seven, and he no longer had to travel. It was nice having him home in the evenings, and it meant that he wasn’t just spending his weekends off at home resting. We did things as a family.
When I was about 12, Dad bought a pharmacy. He had quit his sales job and was working for the…
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