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Saving Dad
The Mormon Church played heavily in our lives; like a
stern patriarch always present always dissatisfied, always looking for
perfection, and on the flip side providing me with stability, structure,
kindness and love. I knew what was what and there was no changing my mind about
right and wrong. I was raised by an entire community of good Mormon folks who
truly had the best of intentions.
I was eight years old sitting in my Sunday school class
leaning my metal chair back on two legs against the pale green cinder block
walls. I listened as Sister Powell talked about the ‘ideal’ family with the
father at the head of the household. “A family that doesn't have a strong,
faithful father at the head is a family in chaos; they will never be an eternal
family.” Sister Powell stated. In my
eight year old mind I knew my family was not the ‘ideal’ family and something
needed to be done. I walked out of Sunday school that day determined to save my
family from an eternity of separation and damnation.