My dad was found dead today... there not sure yet when he passed, but he was found at his home. The last time i talked to him was a day or two after his birthday ( Nov. 15)
Im alive, swell, healthy, and breathing.
Im am going to live with no regrets, for the past is what makes us who we are.
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I feel stragly much better after writing a little. It feels like a cold glass of water, trinkleing down your throat, after you cried. :)
I wasn't particually attached to my dad, and sometimes (maybe?) pretented not to care about it. But, in the end, i still love him. He IS my father. He has done some horrible things is his past, and leets just say he has blood on his hands. (my mother didn't know till AFTER she married him) hahaha. lovely.
Well enjoy your Thanksgiving, and for all you veggies out there, i know how it feels to only be able to eat the green beans and bread at the table :)
May your life be blessed, and you be happy.
~Zoe

i love you like a sister, Zoe. I believe it's good to write about death... i write about it everytime a loved one dies and it always makes me feel better.
ReplyDeleteYou're so positive. Stay strong.