Yes, my dad… He came and spent the day here.
I gave the boys the choice to have lunch with him or not.. We went to our usual spot, East Side Marios.
We then came to my house and hung out for a bit.
It was all good. No expectations resulted in me being good with everything.
I have wondered why God bought my dad back from the dead literally.
Have wondered why God just didn’t take him. He was almost there.
Maybe because of all this. Maybe I will never have a Daddy here… but I have found peace and acceptance.
Maybe my dad isn’t going to change but maybe God is giving me a chance to change.
I have had help (through coaching etc) to come to terms with the fact that I will never have a Daddy.
I have had help (through God’s grace) to come to terms that only I suffer from the rage and anger.
I have had help (through others God has placed in my life) to realize that I must love the ones that are with me… not the ones I wish were with me.
Friday… it was good, It was what it was. I said “call me when you are in town again, Dad.”
God is good. God is…
I am so thankful for this time to be a better me.