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A girl with three dads and nothing to celebrate.
Yes, I know you usually get nothing but wit from me, but not this week.
This week is all seriousness and business.
He adopted me when I was 2 and my mother and him got married.
For many years, he was the only father I knew.
Then at 13, I learned the truth.
Let's just say I didn't take the news very well.....
My parents had already divorced when I was 8, and both had moved on. When my dad, pictured, moved on, we didn't really have much of a relationship anymore. He had new kids now.
I see him once in a blue moon now. It never lasts long. Sad, but true.
I still respect him though. I have some great memories.
She met him when I was 8 and he was in my life until he suddenly passed away 2 years ago, this September.
We didn't always see eye to eye. He was too old school for this kid, but in the end, I grew to respect him immensely, and even ended up with a man just like him. It's uncanny I tell ya!!
I miss him all the time.
Now meet my dad, Darcy.
He died when I was 32.
It is still one of the hardest things I live with. I often feel robbed.
Before he passed, we had a great relationship. I will always have that year, and I hold it as tight as I can.
I can't possibly tell you how hard it is living life without him.
But we all go on, somehow.
I miss him everyday, every minute.
So this fathers day, as much as I will enjoy celebrating with my hubby and my father-in-law, I will still have a sadness behind that smile.
And to you reading this madness, be sure to hug your dad a little tighter this year. Time is so precious and we take it for granted. Get those wonderful hugs while you still can!
|Alphabe Thursday/Jenny Matlock|