Happy birthday Dad! I still don’t feel like you’re gone, and I sometimes want to call you and hear, “I was wondering if you were still alive, I hadn’t heard from you in months” even though it had been 3 days ☺️
Dad, I’m still struggling to understand some of our family and their negative mindset. Their insistence that you are NOT my dad because you didn’t give me LIFE. As if biology is the only determining factor of love. They fail to understand that you CHOSE me. You CHOSE to give ME the gift of LOVE, and with that the promise of providing me guidance and understanding that FAMILY is not defined by genetics, but by the commitment to build strength, and unity, and to sacrifice anything and everything to ensure there was food in our belly, shoes on our feet and a roof over our tiny (and at times hard) heads. You taught me that FAMILY is about acceptance, support, respect, and most importantly that family is not defined blood, but by love.
I miss you, Dad.