When I was small, I had a void in my life...
I had no Dad.
I had no Dad.
There a man who had a void in his life...
He had two sons, but no daughter.
The two voids met and became "step family" by law.
When a judge eliminated the "step" - sheer will, stubbornness and love kept the "family".
I was blessed to have my dad for 36 years. 23 of them by our choice.
It has been 19 days since I got the call.
It has been 10 days since I said goodbye.
I am only now able to write this without sobbing.
I guess it is only fitting in my mind that I write this on an airplane as that is what I was boarding when I found out.
Then I had to get on two more planes to get back home.
I shed a lot of tears on those flights.
And I still mourn.
And I still love.
And now I have a hole in my heart like none that I have ever experienced.
But I know my dad is still alive as he lives on in my memories and the impact that he had on my life.
He taught me that a child could be born in my heart and not in my belly.
He taught me that I shouldn't let anyone else dictate who my family is.
He taught me that blood is not thicker than water and it does not take a piece of paper to "make it real".
I love you Dad.
I hope your dancing...
Namaste.
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