Today my daddy would have been 81 had he not passed. My father was not like many fathers he wasn’t even in my life for a large part of it. He was still my daddy. When he did come back into my life he helped me with my daughter as I was a single mother and he was a good ‘Pops’ as my daughter called him. He would make her and her friends fresh French fries after school most days. He isolated himself in his room as he didn’t want to be a bother. Used to drive me crazy. I wasn’t ashamed of him and I don’t ever remember feeling he didn’t love me. Just shit happens and you move on. He had been diagnosed with cancer in April 2010 and passed from Pneumoia in August 2010. Hard way to go but he didn’t have the struggle of cancer so I guess it was better. Only the big guy knows I suppose.
I fell a week ago this past Tuesday and bruised my hip bone. WTF? Like I didn’t have enough to be depressed about I go and hurt myself and can barely walk. Seriously? This too shall pass? When? I guess better me than someone that can’t handle it. Chronic pain seems to have become my friend. NOT! But I’m still alive to bitch about it so its a good day!
Love to all….
lawhun_madden 
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