It's cool to talk to my dad about things like God, and marriage, and the crazy, unconventional dates I go on.
And I like when he gives me advice.
And that he supports what I'm doing with my life.
A lot of my "daddy issues" came out in Hawaii, and I think a lot of healing happened there.
It's a long road to recovery, and I know he can't go back and change all the times he missed birthdays, and said he'd call, but never did. And I can't pretend that those things didn't hurt me.
But I think maybe I'm just beginning to accept that just because he couldn't be the father I wanted him to be doesn't mean he loved me any less.
And I think my heart was set free a little bit more when I truthfully forgave him for those shortcomings.
I love you Dad. I really do.
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