If I walk into his hospital room will sunshine beams stream through the vertical blinds of the institutional window near his bedside? Will harmonious music fill the pensive air as I’m genuinely embraced by my dad? Will he hug me while whispering, “I’m sorry honey.” Will tears stream down our faces cleansing years of meanness […]
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Burying the Past
All my life I’d been searching to fill the void and fix the hole that only a little girl’s daddy can fill, but he blew it. Now I was about to put in a hole the person who left a big hole in my heart. Emotions are a funny thing. They can laugh, cry and rejoice all at the same time.