Storytime #8: The relationship with my parents and my family members - history

My relationship with my parents is an interesting one. In the beginning, my mother originally from the Caribbean islands of Trinidad and couple years later; she, her brothers (two brothers), her sister, and her parents moved to Hartford, Connecticut, United States. Meanwhile my mother went to London, the United Kingdom for school then moved to Hartford, Connecticut, United States. And eventually, not long afterward, she moved to Georgia, United States, while one of her brothers and her sister stayed in Hartford, Connecticut, United States. And her parents and her younger brother moved to Port. St. Lucie, Florida, the United States for a while.
Meanwhile, my father was born and raised in Atlanta, Georgia, the United States for most of his life. He has three other brothers and a sister. His brothers and he joined in a long tradition of being in the Atlanta Police Department in Atlanta, Georgia, United States for years/decades. His sister, on other hand; had being volunteered with the Sickle Cell Foundation in Atlanta, Georgia, the United States for years since the 1980s (I'm guessing.) His parents were not too poor or rich people. My father's mother started a Catholic church, decades ago; St. Paul of the Cross in Atlanta, Georgia, United States. While my father's father was a WWII (World War 2) veteran.
My parents met in Atlanta, GA, United States. They got married on June 18, 1979 (on the same month and day as their birthdays, but a year apart from each other.) [My father was born on June 18, 1951 and my mother was born on June 18, 1852.] I was born a couple years later on February 20, 1986, but was premature. My mother lost two children during childbirth before me, so I was a lucky baby.
Since I don't have any brothers or sisters besides having cousins, I had felt like I been over protected by my mother, sometimes; before my teenager years.
Over the years, I lost some of my family members growing-up. Started with my great-grandmother on the father's side; before she passed away, who I never got a chance to meet. Before I came home from the hospital as a premature baby after I was born. She waited for months for me to finally came home before she passed away because she knew I was in trouble in the hospital by surviving until I became strong enough to came home in June of the same year (1986)
Next, one of my grandfather, my father's father; I was lucky enough to know him enough before he passed away in the early 90s. In 1992, he died from lung cancer from smoke too much. In addition, he was an honor from the military at his funeral.
Then years later, in my mid-20s; my grandmother, my father's mother; who passed away from natural causes in 2011, she was an active person with a good life behind her.
Then followed by my grandmother, my mother's mother. She passed away, a year later afterwards in 2012; from some type of mental illness of a cause from my mother's father.
And last so far recently, in my early 30s; my other grandfather, my mother's father; who passed away in 2018. He was a wealthy person; who manage to pass down his real estate to his children. (Both of his daughters including my mother and one of his sons, but not his youngest son.)
For some reason, all of my grandparents passed away in the summer time, which it’s strange to me.
Anyway, my parents have been married and together for almost 40th years, which it's wonderful and I'm happy to have both of them in my life. Sometimes I talk back to my mother because of the verbal abuse she has done to me in the past. But I try to remember without her in my life, I wouldn't be the person I am today. As for my father, I still respect him because of all the work he has done for my mother and me. By him working hardship in a couple of jobs in law enforcement, I'm proud for years; he been able to talk to me about money management mostly and other things in life except for things I have to learn for my myself.
As I learn, I learn to grow with knowledge about myself and others.