I miss my Dad. I really do. While I miss him, I intermittently process anger that comes in fragmented pieces. I talk to him, get angry, cry, and try to resolve the piece with mercy and grace.
I have some precious memories with him, but if the measure of being a really good father was loving my mother, then he really messed up.
My husband is the consistently inconsistent good father. He can be absolutely awesome, and at other times, just abysmal.
Is it any wonder I don’t really like holidays?
Really, I just want to go through the barest obligatory and then not think about, and this day slide into obscurity until the tasks of Monday roll around.
I suppose I am feeling depressed, but it’s such a fuzzy grey that I can almost not acknowledge it. Just slide through the day.
I really decided to blog because I’m thinking of all of you, and wondering how your day is going. I just wanted to pop in, say hello, send hugs across the internet, and hope you’re having the best day possible.
And see you soon 🙂