Life…

Well, today isn’t the best day, even though the sun is shining and spring is in the air!

My 93 year old father died this week, he wasn’t a dad to me. Left before I was born, turned back up in our lives when I was 16. And still then only had very little contact with him. I have been feeling sad and angry about so many things, but most of all that my mum never received an explanation for his actions. He never paid one cent of child support for my sister or me but at 16 he gave me a birthday present of some clothes and a bracelet. I don’t think he was a bad man, just maybe a bit emotionally incapable. He lived his life the way he wanted. He got to be an old man, so I hope he is at rest.