Today was Father’s Day, and I guess it doesn’t make much sense to post on this occasion, when you don’t have a dad in your life anymore.
But I thought I would write down and share a few words anyway.
Because my dad passed away, and it still is a tragedy today.
Nevertheless, I am thankful.
I am thankful for the other men in my life.
We only have one shot at life. And I believe it’s all about knowing that each time a door closes, another one opens. And that we should grab whatever chance we have of doing the things we want and need to do or say, the things we love, with the people we care for.
This Is A Thank You Letter To My Best Friend, For Sticking With Me Throughout The Nights I’m Drowning
some words are too important to be read on a fleeting screen.
some words need to be handwritten.
I am a strong, young woman living with depression, and to most, it doesn’t make sense, it doesn’t match their definition or their idea of what this mental illness looks like as if the two were somehow incompatible. But they are or at least can be.
My beautiful dad would have turned 56 on 24 March of this year. And as a present for him today, I would like to give a few thanks away. Thanks for raising me well. Thanks for pushing me to always…