Today is a day that has been long awaited, today I graduate with my GED. Without going into too many details, this has been 6 long years in the making. Yet today lacks the overwhelming joy that it should have. My biggest fan won’t be there. My dad has been my champion through this whole process, when I would be having a bad day and didn’t want to go to class, he would always encourage me with “You can do this. Go today and you’ll be that much closer to being done.” He was always so proud of any little accomplishment, he would always make a big deal out of it and find a way to celebrate it. He was my biggest fan. He never missed a chance to tell me how proud he was that I wasn’t letting what life threw at me stop me from finishing school. When I started high school he would pick me up in the afternoon and more often than not, when we would pass the football field he would say “I’m so looking forward to sitting in those stands and embarrassing you”, I would laugh and say ok. I never realized how much I was looking forward to that moment also. Even though, life decided what I had planned wasn’t what was going to happen and it has taken, sometime what feels like moving heaven and earth to get here, I can now close this chapter in my life. I’m grateful for my dads encouraging spirit and his never wavering belief in me, without his and my moms perseverance I wouldn’t be here today. Thank you dad for being on my side, for fighting for me, and for encouraging me along the way. This is for you, dad. wish you were here.
From time to time I might tell you about a book I’m loving or something along those lines, I’m not always deep or serious, and I LOVE to read.
So here’s that part.
Let me give you a little back story; after I read Fifty Shades of Grey(Yes, I’ve read them and yes, I loved them. Judge me. I don’t care and P.S. I’m STUPID EXCITED about the movie), about two years ago, I read a book that I fell in love with; Gabriel’s Inferno by Sylvain Reynard. Originally it was only a two book series with Gabriel’s Inferno and Gabriel’s Rapture, but then it was requested that they write a third and final book, so the author obliged. December 3rd came Gabriel’s Redemption. Here’s the current part. I knew the author used a pseudonym, but didn’t think much about it until the conclusion, well let me tell you, am I blown away! The author is a male and chooses to keep his identity a secret so he can use his fame to bring his favorite charities to light. Now, not only do I love the story line of these books, but I think I may love the author as well. I loved the conclusion and may have cried(did cry) at the ending. If it is possible, I felt a little smarter after reading these books. The author is quit intelligent. If you love romance and were fond of FSoG, with these books being no where nears as gritty, I highly suggest you give them a read.
Thanksgiving has come and gone, It was a lot more difficult than I anticipated. Thursday was just a blur of emotions, Mom and I decided to continue this year with getting a ham from a local fire department that has been a tradition as long as I can remember. We would get up early, drive out there, pick up our box, and have a picknic at a close by gas station. I can remember being little and being a brat about going because it was so early and cold. But I look back now and those are some of my favorite memories, just getting in the car in my jammies and wrapped it a handmade quilt then hearing my dads booming voice talk about whatever was on his mind, always laughing and joking about something, he was always such a morning person.
Thursday we had a small lunch, well small for this crowd, and the whole time I just could let go that he wasn’t there talking and joking or cuddling with my littlest cousin. I finally snapped about something and My mom said in her sarcastic, syrupy sweet voice that “I need to change my attitude” and before my brain caught up to my mouth I said, “Well when you can have my dad here, i’ll change my attitude.” Of course that started a whole slew of I know you miss him and he is in a far better place talks. So naturally I closed myself off and went to my room. Friday was a reprieve of having to show emotion and thankfulness but Saturday was on it’s trail with not one, but two dinners. The first was ok to get through until my cousin I’m closest to in age had to leave to go back to college. It’s always bittersweet to see him leave because I only get to see him a couple times a year. After we said our goodbyes and be carefuls, I was just ready to go home. Before I knew it and before I had time to have a mental reprieve it was time to go to Thanksgiving dinner number 3. This one was by far the most difficult because it was with my dad’s side of the family, well the ones we talk to. That’s another story for another day that I’m sure you’ll hear about sometime. Anyway. we come in and say hello to everyone and my uncle, my dads middle brother and best friend comes up and does something that so resembled something that my dad would do and it took everything I had in me not to break down, When you’re with that big of a crowd you don’t have time to dwell on anything but the baby you’re holding, or the niece that wants your attention, or the cousin that wants a picture. But still I was ready to go, because it wasn’t the same. he was suppose to be here, he was suppose to get better and pull through, like always. He was the glue that held everything together and now he’s not here and everything has changed.
I came home and started to go to sleep and tears just started to roll out. I could hear his laugh, or something he would joke about. I sent up a silent prayer that he was happy and better in heaven and told him I miss him.
I usually put up some kind of post saying how thankful I am, but this year I didn’t. In honour of my dad who was always thankful and grateful for God’s bountiful blessings in his life, I write this now.
I’m thankful for my parents who raised me to be the best person I could be, for my mom who has been there since the beginning, for my dad even though you are no longer here with me, you’re still teaching me and guiding me like always, for my family no matter how much you drive me crazy I wouldn’t be me without you, for my best friend who has been there longer than anyone else ever has, for my nieces who teach me child like faith and unconditional love, for my online community who is helping me love myself, for my YA bible study group who is always challenging me and helping me in my walk, for the memories that my dad has left me with that honestly if I didn’t have them I don’t know how i’d make it, for that special guy who is out there, somewhere, for my God who gives me grace and strength to get through this crazy, beautiful life.
I haven’t written in a long time. I often find that I have too many thoughts to try to pin them down to make any kind of sense. I think the last time I wrote I said February 5th was a day that changed my life forever; I was wrong. June 6th is the day that will forever stay with me and be known as the day that my world stopped turning; that morning at 5:20 am, my Dad died. My real life superman, the man that was the strongest man I have ever known, the man that taught me so much about life and about what really matters, left this world. My dad is the strongest person I have ever known. He has so much hardship in his life and yet he never complained or questioned God. He is the best man I have ever known. He would do anything for you, anything. He taught me so much about what really matters in this life we have. He taught me that God and family were the most important things you can ever have. He had so many trials here, he took them all in stride. He never doubted God or questioned why this was a part of His plan for his life. He always told me that everything happens for a reason, and in this time I don’t understand this reason. I miss him. I took him for granted in so many ways, I never told him how much I admired him, I never told him often enough that I loved him. He was always so content with life. He loved what he did every day, he loved my mom with everything he had, and I was his baby girl, his pride and joy. I always knew no matter the circumstances that he loved me and was proud of me. He never missed a chance to tell me. He and my mom had the type of love that most people can only dream of. I hope that one day I have that type of love, the kind that withstands the trials and tribulations of this world. He taught me how a man should treat a woman and what a real man should be. I hope that when the time is right he will have had a hand in picking out that kind of man for me. I never realized how much I wanted him around for the things in my life. How I wanted him to see me get my GED and be the first one to cheer me on and embarrass me and yell “That’s my girl!”. To meet my first boyfriend and scare the living daylights out of him. To be there for the right guy to ask for my hand in marriage. To be there to give me away at my wedding. To be there when I have my first child and to tell me “You did good baby girl.” They say “you never know what you have till it’s gone” I now know the meaning of that. If you could learn anything out of my heartache I would hope It would be to cherish your dad and mom, especially if you’re a girl, cherish your dad. Tell him every chance you get that you love him and that you’re proud to be called his daughter. Let him embarrass you, let him scare your boyfriends, let him teach you how you are supposed to be treated. Mostly, just let him love you.
- Thank you baby girl! (mysweetaddie.wordpress.com)
You are worth more than the likes on your Facebook post.
You are worth more than the comments on that picture you just posted.
You are worth more than the words of a person calling you names.
You are worth more than the number of followers you have.
You are worth more than an ex telling you, you arn’t enough.
You are worth more than how many boyfriends you’ ve had.
You are worth more than the number of times you get told you’re beautiful.
Your worth more than all the times someone spit hate and malice towards you.
You are worth more than what the world tells you you are.
You are worth more the the number on the scale or the size of your waist.
You are worth more than the sum of your past mistakes.
You are more valuable than the most precious stone, worth more than gold.
You are fearfully and wonderfully made by the very same hands that created the stars you see in the sky.
You are worth more.
You are worth more.
You are worth more.