the holidays are coming and that means food, family and hoping some things don’t get said or done. I wonder why control is so important ~ well, I mean of others. I would like to control my future or change my past, but that won’t happen. So it is each day at a time but there are some days I wish I could skip.
my father has been gone 33 years. 33 years. I find that hard to believe sometimes. how can it be that long? how could he have missed everything? he missed it all – grandkids, foot ball games, basketball, soccer, school plays, me. I never got to know him as an adult. a real adult, not the adult I was when I was 23.
the one thing about the holidays is the people that are gone that i miss. my grandmas, my grandpa, my dad.
brokenBread...... 