You never came to see me, and I can't hang onto the hope that one day you will. It's hard saying goodbye to someone, but I've already grieved the loss of my father once when I was ten years old.
I have my father to the fatherless. <3 He's the one who kept me safe when I was in the middle of my depression. He's the one who kept me from becoming a pregnant teen mother. He surrounded me with good people and helped me realize how much I love working with children.
He was there when the divorce happened. He stayed with me when I had no one else to rely on; when I was a confused and frightened little girl.
When I became depressed in high school, he was with me on those dark midnight walks. He kept the old man who locked me in his truck from touching me. When I jumped out of a moving vehicle and ran away from my family, members from his family found me and brought me back home.
I have an awesome God. In the end I wouldn't trade anything that's happened to me because through all of these struggles, self-doubting, and wishing there was a dad in my life, I got to know the Lord.
Like I said, I'm open to having coffee and getting caught up with you, but please don't message me to blame the people I love and care about for what happened back then; I already know their side of the story. I've heard it my whole life.
· Wed Jan 30, 2013 @ 08:02am · 0 Comments