Until we meet again
We all knew it was coming. And while for several years his illness seemed like a painstakingly long death sentence, in the final hours it felt like he was passing without warning. And now he's gone. And while the world keeps turning and the sun continues to rise, there is a voice that won't be heard and a face that won't be seen, but only in our memories. There is an interesting, emotional complexity that comes with being the adult child of a "broken" family. I put "broken" in quotes because I'm not even sure exactly what that means. I think we're all a bit broken in our own brutiful way... but what I mean right now is that my dad had a way of making life hard for those around him... especially for my mom. And as a sensitive girl who still believes her mom can do no wrong, observing, recognizing, rejecting, and ultimately accepting that which you can't control or change can be a lifelong journey. My opinion of and feelings that I have h