Yeserday I spent some time with Dad. And while I was sitting with him, I asked him if he would like to hear the poem I wrote about him. Of course he said "yes" & so I read it to him the " I will be ok" poem.
It was difficult to read without crying but I did it. And I am so grateful that I did.
So greatful that he heard my words.
He was touched.
Now is the time to say everything I want to say, to tell him everything I want him to know.
As much as this situation sucks, I am beyond grateful to have this opportunity to remind him that he was & still is a wonderful father.
To thank him for all he has ever done for me & all he still continues to do.
I've never had a hard time telling the people in my life that I love them. Not just my father but everyone.
I wish other people could do the same but I have to remember that I am not responsible for anyone else, only myself.
Today, I am grateful for my cheeziness.
It plays a huge role in me having no regrets.
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