Whew! Glad I got through Father’s Day.
Ya think you are so over a loss of a parent or someone you love, then boom, it hits you.
It still hurts!
A wake up call for me.
Can I get over this please?
When “it” hit me after church, I ran through my rolodex of people who would understand…Mom (gone), Aunt Jo (gone), Friends who are in same boat? I only knew a few. Call them on father’s day? No way! Old deep tears started welling up inside. Crap!
Thinking of Dad, searching for pictures, thinking of all the loss this past week, thinking of kids without dads. I returned to this earlier post I wrote for solace. In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Audience of One.”
The audience is with my father who died of Agent Orange…
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