Father’s Day .
For me this day brings memories of terror and pain …
Father … I personally didn’t have one . I had male parent who was a wounded animal who ought not have been trusted to be in the same space with beings so tender and vulnerable as children .
Just the truth.
And yet, overcoming him has helped make me who I am.
And I am proud of who I am…
I wish my father a peaceful rest . I place blessings upon his heart and hope that he has found joy in The afterlife .
And I give thanks for my survival and that of 2 of my siblings 5 siblings . We managed to survive our childhood while 2 didn’t .
Life is strange and short …and I am grateful that healing is possible , my heart is overflowing with joy as I witness the loving and affirming fathers my sons are capable of being ..
Healing is very possible – this I celebrate .
I don’t hate you daddy. Your daughter actually loves you very much and grieves that you never had the pleasure of allowing yourself to bask in the love of your children .
Especially me, who at 3 years old felt -that you were the most handsome and perfect thing in her world ..
Sad you missed that.
Happy Father’s Day!